As a boy, I once saw a cart of melons that sorely tempted me. I sneaked up to the cart and stole a melon. I went into the alley to devour it, but no sooner had I set my teeth into it, than I paused, a strange feeling coming over me. I came to a quick conclusion. Firmly, I walked up to that cart, replaced the melon - and took a ripe one.
Mark TwainWe adore titles and heredities in our hearts and ridicule them with our mouths. This is our democratic privilege.
Mark TwainConformityโthe natural instinct to passively yield to that vague something recognized as authority.
Mark Twain