Fear First Created The Gods.

I Have No Axe To Grind; Only My Thoughts To Burnish.

A Country Without A Memory Is A Country Of Madmen.

Tolerated People Are Never Conciliated. They Live On, But The Aroma Of Their Life Is Lost.

The Wonder Of An Artist's Performance Grows With The Range Of His Penetration, With The Instinctive Sympathy That Makes Him, In His Mortal Isolation, Considerate Of Other Men's Fate And A Great Diviner Of Their Secret, So That His Work Speaks To Them Kindly, With A Deeper Assurance Than They Could Have Spoken With To Themselves.

Religions Are The Great Fairy Tales Of Conscience.