You Risk Tears If You Let Yourself

Man's Progress Is But A Gradual Discovery That His Questions Have No Meaning.

The Friend Within The Man Is That Part Of Him Which Belongs To You And Opens To You A Door Which Never, Perhaps, Is Opened To Another. Such A Friend Is True, And All He Says Is True; And He Loves You Even If He Hates You In Other Mansions Of His Heart.

It's Hard Luck Always Having To Be A Judge.

What Sets Us Against One Another Is Not Our Aims - They All Come To The Same Thing - But Our Methods, Which Are The Fruit Of Our Varied Reasoning.

The Dignity Of The Individual Demands That He Be Not Reduced To Vassalage By The Largesse Of Others.