When Everyone Thinks Alike, No One Thinks

Whenever We Accept An Idea As Authority Instead Of As Instrument, An Idol Is Set Up. We Worship The Plough, And Not The Fruit.

People Who Are Tremendously Concerned About Their Identification, Their Individuality, Their Self-expression, Or Their Sense Of Humor, Always Seem To Be Missing The Very Things They Pursue.

Only The Very Rarest Of Princes Can Endure Even A Little Criticism, And Few Of Them Can Put Up With Even A Pause In The Adulation.

In The Blood Of The Martyrs To Intolerance Are The Seeds Of Unbelief

Happiness Cannot Be The Reward Of Virtue; It Must Be The Intelligible Consequence Of It.