The place where optimism most flourishes is the lunatic asylum.

The place where optimism flourishes most is the lunatic asylum

Had there been a lunatic asylum in the suburbs of Jerusalem, Jesus Christ would infallibly have been shut up in it at the outset of his public career. That interview with Satan on a pinnacle of the Temple would alone have damned him, and everything that happened after could but have confirmed the diagnosis.

When love is suppressed hate takes its place.

The relation of the individual person to the species he belongs to is the most intimate of all relations.

Socialism also brings us up against the hard rock of eugenic fact which, if we neglect it, will dash our most beautiful social construction to fragments.