“The people never give up their liberties but under some delusion.”

What ever disunites man from God, also disunites man from man.

All men have equal rights, but not to equal things.

Mere parsimony is not economy. Expense, and great expense, may be an essential part in true economy.

Among a people generally corrupt liberty cannot long exist.

Evil prevails when good men fail to act.

Toleration is good for all, or it is good for none.

Applause is the spur of noble minds, the end and aim of weak ones.

Nothing in progression can rest on its original plan. We may as well think of rocking a grown man in the cradle of an infant.

A State without the means of some change is without the means of its conservation.

To speak of atrocious crime in mild language is treason to virtue.

It is not what a lawyer tells me I may do; but what humanity, reason, and justice tell me I ought to do.

The greater the power, the more dangerous the abuse.

Men love to hear of their power, but have an extreme disrelish to be told their duty.

Applaud us when we run, Console us when we fall, Cheer us when we recover.

Justice is itself the great standing policy of civil society; and any eminent departure from it, under any circumstances, lies under the suspicion of being no policy at all.

The hottest fires in hell are reserved for those who remain neutral in times of moral crisis.

When told that man lives in delusion everyone thinks of himself as the exception; hence his delusion.

Isn’t it sad how some people’s grip on their lives is so precarious that they’ll embrace any preposterous delusion rather than face an occasional bleak truth?

That the self advances and confirms the ten thousand things is called delusion; that the ten thousand things advance and confirm the self is called enlightenment.

justice itself is a chimera, a delusion. Justice is not a flat yardstick, applied in equal measure to an equal situation.

Prominence is cool, but when the delusion kicks in it can be a drag. Especially if you choose to surround yourself with friends and not acolytes.

To surmise was not to conquer, of course; he was as helpless as ever but there was a dim liberation in seeing how he had been lied to, and he felt that at least he could take one thing from the terrible years through which he had come: he was free of self-delusion.

Delusion means mortality. And awareness means Buddhahood.

Worship means reverence and humility. It means revering your real self and humbling delusions. If you can wipe out evil desires and harbor good thoughts, even if nothing shows, it’s worship. Such form is its real form.