And His Hands Would Plait

No Man Has Received From Nature The Right To Command His Fellow Human Beings.

To Say That Man Is A Compound Of Strength And Weakness, Light And Darkness, Smallness And Greatness, Is Not To Indict Him, It Is To Define Him.

Man Will Never Be Free Until The Last King Is Strangled With The Entrails Of The Last Priest.

When One Compares The Talents One Has With Those Of A Leibniz , One Is Tempted To Throw Away One's Books And Go Die Quietly In The Dark Of Some Forgotten Corner.

There Is Only One Duty; That Is To Be Happy.