A barbarian is not aware that he is a barbarian. - Jack Vance

For many years my nerves were like electric wires. Then I discovered the first axiom of human accord: I accept each person on his own terms. I keep a close tongue in my head; I offer opinions only when so solicited. What a remarkable change! Dissension vanishes, novel facts emerge, digestion flows like a wide river.

Discipline in itself is not a corrupt concept, only discipline that is imposed rather than self-calculated.

“How I hate you,” he said softly. “If hate were stone I could build a tower into the clouds.”