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Empires do not suffer emptiness of purpose at the time of their creation. It is when they have become established that aims are lost and replaced by vague ritual.

What do you despise? By this are you truly known.

But it's well known that repression makes a religion flourish.

Anything outside yourself, this you can see and apply your logic to it. But it’s a human trait that when we encounter personal problems, these things most deeply personal are the most difficult to bring out for our logic to scan. We tend to flounder around, blaming everything but the actual, deep-seated thing that’s really chewing on us.

It is impossible to live in the past, difficult to live in the present and a waste to live in the future.

Belief is the wound that knowledgw heals.

"I know who you are," she Said. "You're my enemy. The true believer. The righteous man with the righteous mission. The one that jails people for reading and burns the books. That persecutes people who do exercises the wrong way. That dumps out the medicine and pisses on it. That pushes the button that sends the drones to drop the bombs. And hides behind a bunker and doesn't get hurt. Shielded by God. Or the state. Or whatever lie he uses to hide his envy and self-interest and cowardice and lust for power. It took me a while to see you, though. You saw me right away. You knew I was your enemy. Was unrighteous. How did you know it?

There are no weeds, and no worthless men. There are only bad farmers.

There is always more misery among the lower classes than there is humanity in the higher.

Laughter is sunshine. It chases winter from the human face.

It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.

What is one man's and one woman's love and desire, against the history of two worlds, the great revolutions of our lifetimes, the hope, the unending cruelty of our species? A little thing. But a key is a little thing, next to the door it opens. If you loose the key, the door may never be unlocked.

If it hurt to lie, how could you stay alive?

Ignorance defends itself savagely, and illiteracy, as I well knew, can be shrewd.

One alien is a curiosity, two are an invasion.

If civilization has an opposite, it is war.

A profound love between two people involves, after all, the power and chance of doing profound hurt.

Truth is a matter of the imagination.

Light is the left hand of darkness
and darkness the right hand of light.
Two are one, life and death,
lying together like lovers in kemmer,
like hands joined together,
like the end and the way.