Plato Was A Bore.

Behold! I Am Weary Of My Wisdom, Like The Bee That Has Gathered Too Much Honey; I Need Hands Outstretched To Take It From Me. I Wish To Spread It And Bestow It, Until The Wise Have Once More Become Joyous In Their Folly, And The Poor Happy In Their Riches.

No One Talks More Passionately About His Rights Than He Who In The Depths Of His Soul Doubts Whether He Has Any. By Enlisting Passion On His Side He Wants To Stifle His Reason And Its Doubts: Thus He Will Acquire A Good Conscience And With It Success Among His Fellow Men.

The Tree That Would Grow To Heaven Must Send Its Roots To Hell.

The Great Epochs Of Our Life Come When We Gain The Courage To Rechristen Our Evil As What Is Best In Us.

Priests ... These Turkey-cocks Of God.