When we consider our own faults, we accidentally blind our eyes with a smear of ointment, but viewing our friends’ we’re as keen-eyed as eagles
Justice was created out of the fear of injustice. Nature doesn’t, can’t, distinguish between right and wrong… Let’s have rules, to lay down a fair punishment for every crime.
Ridicule usually cuts through things better, more swiftly, than force.
I’ve no small longing
To approach that distant fountain,
and there be allowed
To imbibe the precepts for living a happy life.
The Autarkist 
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