Our willingness to openly reveal our feelings in our argument nearly always builds our credibility.

The people of a nation are enslaved when, together, they are helpless to institute effective change, when the people serve the government more than the government serves them.

Love is how we feel toward those who show us that which is lovable about ourselves.

The art of arguing is the art of living. We argue because we must, because life emends it, because, in the end, life itself is but an argument.

My intent is to tell the truth as I know it, realizing that what is true for me may be blasphemy for others.

The stain of prejudice is often indelible.

Without argument the species would parish.