Of the thousands who have paid homage to virtue, barely one has thought to inspect the pedestal on which it stands.

Credulity is always a ridiculous, often a dangerous failing: it has made of many a clever man, a fool; and of many a good man, a knave.

Equality is the soul of liberty; there is, in fact, no liberty without it.

Equality! Where is it, if not in education? Equal rights! They cannot exist without equality of instruction.

Pets, like their owners, tend to expand a little over the Christmas period.

Moral truth, resting entirely upon the ascertained consequences of actions, supposes a process of observation and reasoning.

Instead of establishing facts, we have to overthrow errors; instead of ascertaining what is, we have to chase from our imaginations what is not.

... the happiness of a people is the only rational object of government, and the only object for which a people, free to choose, can have a government at all.

Trust me, there are as many ways of living as there are men, and one is no more fit to lead another, than a bird to lead a fish, or a fish a quadruped.

These will vary in every human being; but knowledge is the same for every mind, and every mind may and ought to be trained to receive it.

the mode of delivering a truth makes, for the most part, as much impression on the mind of the listener as the truth itself.

Believe in the reader and they can connect the dots, if you succeed breathe life into the story

Neuroscience has proven that similar areas of the brain are activated both in the person who suffers and in the one who feels empathy. Thus, empathic suffering is a true experience of suffering.

I can do something with almost anything I see. Everything is still interesting to me.

Art and mass entertainment and propaganda, they can all be plotted on the same graph, but there is a difference.

Most people judge men by their success or their good fortune.

Every girl likes feeling hot and sexy and beautiful and likes hearing it.

I fear the future I wish for my children is at risk, so I'm taking action. Please join me.

Something had been buried that was not yet dead.

He thought her beautiful, believed her impeccably wise; dreamed of her, wrote poems to her, which, ignoring the subject, she corrected in red ink.

You never know, life is short but it’s wide