At one time kings were anointed by Deity, so the problem was to see to it that Deity chose the right candidate. In this age the myth is "the will of the people" ... but the problem changes only superficially.

Little girls, like butterflies, need no excuse.

Tilting at windmills hurts you more than the windmills.

A brute kills for pleasure. A fool kills from hate.

I believe that this hairless embryo with the aching, oversize brain case and the opposable thumb, this animal barely up from the apes, will endure --will endure longer than his home planet, will spread out to the other planets, to the stars, and beyond, carrying with him his honesty, his insatiable curiosity, his unlimited courage --and his noble essential decency. This I believe with all my heart.

Faith strikes me as intellectual laziness.

It may be better to be a live jackal than a dead lion, but it is better still to be a live lion. And usually easier.