Give Me Matter, And I Will Construct

There Are Two Things That Don't Have To Mean Anything, One Is Music And The Other Is Laughter.

From Such Crooked Wood As That Which Man Is Made Of, Nothing Straight Can Be Fashioned.

[s]uppose The Mind Of [a] Friend Of Humanity Were Clouded Over With His Own Grief, Extinguishing All Sympathetic Participation In The Fate Of Others; He Still Has The Resources To Be Beneficent To Those Suffering Distress, But The Distress Of Others Does Not Touch Him Because He Is Sufficiently Busy With His Own; And Now, Where No Inclination Any Longer Stimulates Him To It, He Tears Himself Out Of His Deadly Insensibility And Does The Action Without Any Inclination, Solely From Duty.

Maximum Individuality Within Maximum Community

One Who Makes Himself A Worm Cannot Complain Afterwards If People Step On Him.