It May Be True That

If I Were Rich I Would Have Many Books, And I Would Pamper Myself With Bindings Bright To The Eye And Soft To The Touch, Paper Generously Opaque, And Type Such As Men Designed When Printing Was Very Young. I Would Dress My Gods In Leather And Gold, And Burn Candles Of Worship Before Them At Night, And String Their Names Like Beads On A String.

Truth Always Originates In A Minority Of One, And Every Custom Begins As A Broken Precedent.

To Rulers Religion, Like Almost Everything Else, Is A Tool Of Power.

Woe To Him Who Teaches Men Faster Than They Can Learn.

Friends Are Helpful Not Only Because They Will Listen To Us, But Because They Will Laugh At Us; Through Them We Learn A Little Objectivity, A Little Modesty, A Little Courtesy; We Learn The Rules Of Life And Become Better Players Of The Game