Words Are The Small Change

If One Were To Build The House Of Happiness, The Largest Space Would Be The Waiting Room.

I Am Afraid I Shall Not Find Him, But I Shall Still Look For Him, For If He Exists, He May Be Appreciative Of My Efforts.

I Have No Religion,’ Says Borneau, ‘but I Respect The Religion Of Others. Religion Is Sacred.’ Why This Privilege, This Immunity?... A Believer Creates God In His Own Image; If He Is Ugly, His God Will Be Morally Ugly. Why Should Moral Ugliness Be Respectable?

Liberty Is The Right To Choose. Freedom Is The Result Of The Right Choice.

Talent Is A Question Of Quantity. Talent Does Not Write One Page; It Writes Three Hundred.