Opinions

Any clod can have the facts; having opinions is an art.

Opinions that are well rooted should grow and change like a healthy tree.

Imagine a vine that grows at one end and decays at the other. The end that grows is heresy, the end that rots is orthodox. The dead are orthodox, and your cemetery is the most perfect type of a well regulated church. No thought, no progress, no heresy there. Slowly and silently, side by side, the satisfied members peacefully decay. There is only this difference – the dead do not persecute.

The last taboo of mankind, avoiding forbidden and dangerous thoughts, must be removed. There are no illegitimate thoughts.

There never was in the world two opinions alike, no more than two hairs or two grains. The most universal quality is diversity.