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You Are Afraid Of The People Unrestrained-how Ridiculous!

One Weeps Not Save When One Is Afraid, And That Is Why Kings Are Tyrants.

Prejudice Is The Sole Author Of Infamies: How Many Acts Are So Qualified By An Opinion Forged Out Of Naught But Prejudice!

Now I Beg Of You To Tell Me Whether I Must Love A Human Being Simply Because He Exists Or Resembles Me And Whether For Those Reasons Alone I Must Suddenly Prefer Him To Myself?

There Are Thorns Everywhere, But Along The Path Of Vice, Roses Bloom Above Them.