Where freedom is real, equality is the passion of the masses. Where equality is real, freedom is the passion of a small minority.

A dissenting minority feels free only when it can impose its will on the majority: what it abominates most is the dissent of the majority.

However different the holy causes people die for, they perhaps die basically for the same thing.

A sublime religion inevitably generates a strong feeling of guilt. There is an unavoidable contrast between loftiness of profession and imperfection of practice. And, as one would expect, the feeling of guilt promotes hate and brazenness. Thus it seems that the more sublime the faith the more virulent the hatred it breeds.

Self-contempt, however vague, sharpens our eyes for the imperfections of others. We usually strive to reveal in others the blemishes we hide in ourselves.

When the Greeks said, Whom the gods love die young, they probably meant, as Lord Sankey suggested, that those favored by the gods stay young till the day they die; young and playful.

That which corrodes the souls of the persecuted is the monstrous inner agreement with the prevailing prejudice against them.