Just as we know the alpha and omega mark Roman catacombs, we also know that the space between the first and last word mark the dwelling place of Muses.
What about the virtue of letting others be themselves? Is this not the greatest virtue of all?
Why should the constitution of a peaceful individual hold less weight than the constitution of a nation?
The letter of the law should bend; and this bending should be with the winds of freedom rather than toward the lifelessness of still punishment.
If one truly believes in freedom, how can one welcome the notion of slavery from either traditional masters or temperance-wielding masters disguised as servants?
When melodies and chord changes are masterfully combined, a grand movement takes over our entire body, awakening heart, nerves, and emotions with a primitive force. One can see it in the ancient dance of the enchantress: her hypnotic jingling of costume, her trance to appease the gods.
It is not that accepting and rejecting are great actions within themselves. But the right to accept or reject, now that is everything.
When you recklessly mine the depths of your imagination, universal truths are freed to surface.
In a legitimate democracy, all have an equal say.
The tyrant is asleep to beauty and awake to ugliness.
Like the continents, men and women were once connected, but they drifted apart. The evidence is still there, but you have to possess the determination of a mad archeologist to discover it.
I pray that if a god watches over us, it will have the decency to avoid the tasteless maneuver of voyeuristic trespass.
A philosopher's house is always more tuneful than a disciplinarian's.
You are provided with hands, but you decide how to employ them. Some use their hands to provide a lover's caress, chisel a sculpture, plant seeds; others use their hands to tighten a noose, pull a gun trigger, turn a prison key on innocent souls.