He Who Uses The Office He Owes

We Are Free, But No To Be Evil

Perhaps The Enemies Of Liberty Are Such Only Because They Judge It By Its Loud Voice. If They Knew Its Charms, The Dignity That Accompanies It, How Much A Free Man Feels Like A King, The Perpetual Inner Light That Is Produced By Decorous Self-awareness And Realization, Perhaps There Would Be No Greater Friends Of Freedom Than Those Who Are Its Worst Enemies.

He Who Could Have Been A Torch And Stoops To Being A Pair Of Jaws Is A Deserter.

Men Are Like The Stars; Some Generate Their Own Light While Others Reflect The Brilliance They Receive.

Others Go To Bed With Their Mistresses; I With My Ideas.