Whoever refuses to obey the general will will be forced to do so by the entire body; this means merely that he will be forced to be free.

People in their natural state are basically good. But this natural innocence,however, is corrupted by the evils of society.

I prefer liberty with danger than peace with slavery.

There are always four sides to a story: your side, their side, the truth and what really happened.

Freedom is the power to choose our own chains

The freedom of Mankind does not lie in the fact that can do what we want, but that we do not have to do that which we do not want.

People who know little are usually great talkers, while men who know much say little.

Why should we build our happiness on the opinons of others, when we can find it in our own hearts?

Those people who treat politics and morality separately will never understand either of them.

I am not made like any of those I have seen. I venture to believe that I am not made like any of those who are in existence. If I am not better, at least I am different.

No one is happy unless he respects himself.

With Nectar in your Mind instead of Thinking, you have Understanding and Wisdom

Kethry had once described summoning as being “like balancing on a rooftree while screaming an epic poem in a foreign language at the top of your lungs.

The Order of the Divine mind, embodied in the Divine Law, is beautiful. What should a man do but try to reproduce it, so far as possible, in his daily life?

Cosmopolitanism emphasizes and is grounded in a _singular relationality between and among people

Defy the pundits again and reach for a high voter turnout that'll shock the establishment.

When you feel good about what youve written, there is just no high that is greater.

I had to do something," she said. "I couldn't just sit and wait for life to happen to me any longer.

I used to find places in high school and college, empty rooms or spaces with pianos. Instead of going to a party, I'd play alone for hours. It became my buddy.

No one who writes a good book is really dead.

But shall we wear these glories for a day? Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?