Who stole your wits awayAnd where are they gone?

Now that my ladder's goneI must lie down where all ladders startIn the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.

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?

Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may show as reckless a courage in entering into the abyss of himself.

Once you attempt legislation upon religious grounds, you open the way for every kind of intolerance and religious persecution.