Fanatics are those who, when following a doctrine becomes inconvenient, make up rules of their own.

Artistry is the dance of color & form, whether visual, musical, or sparked in the imagination by the written word.

When I mount the scaffold at last these will be my farewell words to the sheriff: Say what you will against me when I am gone, but don't forget to add, in common justice, that I was never converted to anything

What ass first let lose the doctrine that the suffrage is a high boon and voting a noble privilege? Looking back over my 19 years (of it) I can recall few times when I have voted with anything approaching exhilaration

The older I grow the more I distrust the familiar doctrine that age brings wisdom.

Religious fanatics are the worst. They're basically impossible to bargain with, they accept no outside opinion about anything, and they departed from reality well before you met them.