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

Faced with the pain of freedom, man begs for his shackles.

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.

When you are faced with prejudice, logic and justice are impotent. Still, we may have an obligation to argue directly into the face of the prejudice, even though there is no chance to win.

I cherish the fantasy, even the hope, of adventures in other realms to come. But how can we choke out that most precious of all gifts, life, with the rope of religion around our necks? It chokes out freedom with dogma. It pinions us to the stake of superstition.

What the insurance companies have done is to reverse the business so that the public at large insures the insurance companies.

We are defined by how we use our power.