What difference is there, do you think, between those in Plato's cave who can only marvel at the shadows and images of various objects, provided they are content and don't know what they miss, and the philosopher who has emerged from the cave and sees the real things?

They take unbelievable pleasure in the hideous blast of the hunting horn and baying of the hounds. Dogs dung smells sweet as cinnamon to them.

Anything which causes trouble has special merit in their eyes.

War is sweet to those who have not experienced it.

They are looking in utter darkness for that which has no existence whatsoever.

By burning Luther's books you may rid your bookshelves of him, but you will not rid men's minds of him.

There is no joy in possession without sharing.