And what is a good citizen? Simply one who never says, does or thinks anything that is unusual. Schools are read more

And what is a good citizen? Simply one who never says, does or thinks anything that is unusual. Schools are maintained in order to bring this uniformity up to the highest possible point. A school is a hopper into which children are heaved while they are still young and tender; therein they are pressed into certain standard shapes and covered from head to heels with official rubber-stamps.

For every social wrong there must be a remedy. But the remedy
can be nothing less than the abolition read more

For every social wrong there must be a remedy. But the remedy
can be nothing less than the abolition of the wrong.

No amount of artificial reinforcement can offset the natural inequalities of human individuals.

No amount of artificial reinforcement can offset the natural inequalities of human individuals.

Only God helps the badly dressed.

Only God helps the badly dressed.

The methods of the natural sciences cannot be applied to human behavior because this behavior...lacks the peculiarity that characterizes events read more

The methods of the natural sciences cannot be applied to human behavior because this behavior...lacks the peculiarity that characterizes events in the field of the natural sciences, viz., regularity.

Where it is a duty to worship the sun it is pretty sure to be a crime to examine the read more

Where it is a duty to worship the sun it is pretty sure to be a crime to examine the laws of heat.

Mordre wol out, that see we day by day.

Mordre wol out, that see we day by day.

The traitor to Humanity is the traitor most accursed;
Man is more than Constitutions; better rot beneath the sod,
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The traitor to Humanity is the traitor most accursed;
Man is more than Constitutions; better rot beneath the sod,
Than be true to Church and State while we are doubly false to
God.

Is there not some chosen curse,
Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven,
Red with uncommon read more

Is there not some chosen curse,
Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven,
Red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man
Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin?