Out of our quarrels with others we make rhetoric. Out of our quarrels with ourselves we make poetry.

Out of our quarrels with others we make rhetoric. Out of our quarrels with ourselves we make poetry.

We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.

Intimidation by extreme rhetoric and the threat of physical violence threatens judges as well as the Constitution itself,

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.

How can we know the dancer from the dance?