The Common Right Is Nothing

The Power Of A Free People Is Often At The Disposal Of A Single And Seemingly An Unimportant Individual; A Terrible And Truthful Power; For Such A People Feel With One Heart, And Therefore Can Lift Up Their Myriad Arms For A Single Blow. And, Again, There Is No Graduated Scale For The Measurement Of The Influences Of Different Intellects Upon The Popular Mind. Peter The Hermit Held No Office, Yet What A Work He Wrought!

A Dim Consciousness Of Infinite Mystery And Grandeur Lies Beneath All The Commonplace Of Life . There Is An Awfulness And A Majesty Around Us, In All Our Little Worldliness .

War Is A Series Of Catastrophes Which Result In Victory.

Fictions Are Necessary For The People, And The Truth Becomes Deadly To Those Who Are Not Strong Enough To Contemplate It In All Its Brilliance. In Fact, What Can There Be In Common Between The Vile Multitude And Sublime Wisdom? The Truth Must Be Kept Secret, And The Masses Need A Teaching Proportioned To Their Imperfect Reason.

The Unconsidered Act Of The Poorest Of Men May Fire The Train That Leads To The Subterranean Mine, And An Empire Be Rent By The Explosion.