Familiarity breeds consent.
For you to be successful, sacrifices must be made. It's better that they are made by others but failing that, you'll have to make them yourself.
The reward for conformity is that everyone likes you but yourself.
If you're afraid to die, you're afraid to live. You can't have one without the other.
There's a thin line between collectivity and chaos.
So often the truth is told with hate, and lies are told with love.