If A Community Decides That Some Conduct

We All Have Our Prayer-wheels Which We Set Up On The Steppes. The Indifferent Winds Come And Carry Most Of Them Away To Gasp Out Their Little Lives In The Desert, For Few Reach Heaven.

We Shall Succeed Only So Far As We Continue To Undertake “the Intolerable Labor Of Thought” — That Most Distasteful Of All Our Activities.

There Is No Fury Like That Against One Who, We Fear, May Succeed In Making Us Disloyal To Beliefs We Hold With Passion, But Have Not Really Won.

You Cannot Raise The Standard Against Oppression, Or Leap Into The Breach To Relieve Injustice, And Still Keep An Open Mind To Every Disconcerting Fact, Or An Open Ear To The Cold Voice Of Doubt. I Am Satisfied That A Scholar Who Tries To Combine These Parts Sells His Birthright For A Mess Of Pottage; That, When The Final Count Is Made, It Will Be Found That The Impairment Of His Powers Far Outweighs Any Possible Contribution To The Causes He Has Espoused.

Our Dangers, As It Seems To Me, Are Not From The Outrageous But From The Conforming; Not From Those Who Rarely And Under The Lurid Glare Of Obloquy Upset Our Moral Complaisance, Or Shock Us With Unaccustomed Conduct, But From Those, The Mass Of Us, Who Take Their Virtues And Their Tastes, Like Their Shirts And Their Furniture, From The Limited Patterns Which The Market Offers.