When you imagine mistakes, there can be no self-defense.
A killer with the manners of a rabbit - this is the most dangerous kind.
Who are the rabble and who are the ruled?
A ruler must learn to persuade and not to compel.
Jessica stopped beside him, said: 'What delicious abandon in the sleep of a child.' He spoke mechanically: 'If only adults could relax like that.' 'Yes.' 'Where do we lose it?' he murmured. 'We do, indeed, lose something,' she said.
Most lives are a flight from selfhood. Most prefer the truths of the stable. You stick your head into the stanchions and munch contentedly until you die. Others use you for their purposes. Not once do you look outside the stable to lift your head and be your own creature.