Save for the wild force of Nature, nothing moves in this world that is not Greek in its origin.
Reading is the only area of my life in which I prefer to be non-autonomous.
I want to speak, to sing to total strangers. It’s my way of talking to the world.
The poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten.
As I pass it, I feel as if I saw a dear old mother, sweet in her weakness, trembling at the approach of her dissolution, but not appealing to me against the inevitable, rather endeavouring to reassure me by her patience, and pointing to a hopeful future.
Collective fear stimulates herd instinct, and tends to produce ferocity toward those who are not regarded as members of the herd.
The Romans had been able to post their laws on boards in public places, confidant that enough literate people existed to read them; far into the Middle Ages, even kings remained illiterate.
Why go for a costly, sickly, mass-produced purebred when shelters are full of one-of-a-kind mixed breeds who are literally dying for a home?
A good constitution is infinitely better than the best despot.
For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love.