This conflict between right and fact has endured since the origins of society. To bring the duel to an end, to consolidate the pure ideal with the human reality, to make the right peacefully interpenetrate the fact, and the fact the right, this is the work of the wise.

Do not ask the name of the person who seeks a bed for the night. He who is reluctant to give his name is the one who most needs shelter.

If a man has his throat cut in Paris, it's a murder. If 50,000 people are murdered in the east, it is a question.

At a certain depth of distress, the poor, in their stupor, groan no longer over evil, and are no longer thankful for good.

Nobody loves the light like the blind man.

I think, therefore I doubt.

Dirt has been shrewdly termed "misplaced material.