People do not like to think. If one thinks, one must reach conclusions. Conclusions are not always pleasant.
The hilltop hour would not be half so wonderful if there were no dark valleys to traverse.
Smell is a fallen angel.
Tyranny cannot defeat the power of ideas.
It is hard to interest those who have everything in those who have nothing.
My optimism is grounded in two worlds, myself and what is about me. I demand that the world be good, and lo, it obeys. I proclaim the world good, and facts range themselves to prove my proclamation overwhelmingly true.