When you poison a man in order to sell him the antidote, you don’t boast about it afterward to the victim! - Robert Silverberg

Knowledge never injures the soul. It only purges that which encrusts and saps the soul.

Aristocrats might shrug, but commoners, dreading any collapse of the social order, wanted the rules of behavior to be observed.

To devote oneself to vigilance when the enemy is an imaginary one is idle, and to congratulate oneself for looking long and well for a foe that is not coming is foolish and sinful. My life has been a waste.