Society and the World

Every subject’s duty is the king’s; but every subject’s soul is his own.

 

I am afeard there are few die well that die in a battle; for how can they charitably dispose of any thing when blood is their argument?

 

I think the king is but a man, as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me.

 

I think the king is but a man, as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me.

 

The game’s afoot:

 

When we have matched our rackets to these balls,

 

Consideration like an angel came,

 

Can this cockpit hold

 

Can this cockpit hold

 

The sun does not set in my dominions.

 

The sun does not set in my dominions.

 

Freude, schöner Götterfunken,

 

Alle Menschen werden Briider

 

A man travels the world in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.

 

Moscow: those syllables can start

 

A young man who wishes to remain a sound atheist cannot be too careful of his reading.

 

Don’t you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?

 

Pornography is the attempt to insult sex, to do dirt on it.

 

It is the province of knowledge to speak and it is the privilege of wisdom to listen.

 

Will no one rid me of this turbulent priest?

 

An illiterate king is a crowned ass.

 

An illiterate king is a crowned ass.

 

If we find the answer to that [why it is that we and the universe exist], it would be the ultimate triumph of human reason—for then we would know the mind of God.

 

What is it that breathes fire into the equations and makes a universe for them to describe … Why does the universe go to all the bother of existing?