Too damned big! Own coal and copper, if you will, and steel and ships, here; own those buildings back there," with a gesture at the frowning line of skyscrapers buttressing Manhattan, "but don't buck the impossible! And incidentally, Flint, don't misunderstand me, either.

When I asked you if we _ought_ to try it, I merely meant, would it be _safe_?
The world, Flint, is a dangerous toy to play with, too hard.

The people are perilous baubles, if you step on their corns a bit too often or too heavily.

Every Caesar has a Brutus waiting for him somewhere, with a club.
"Once let the unwashed get an idea into their low brows, and you can't tell where it may lead them.

Even a rat fights, in its last corner.
These human rats of ours have been getting a bit nasty of late.