Deep pockets and empty hearts rule the world. We unleash them at our peril.

The world, viewed philosophically, remains a series of slave camps, where citizens – tax livestock – labor under the chains of illusion in the service of their masters.

For the most part, people strenuously resist any redefinition of morality, because it shakes them to the very core of their being to think that in pursuing virtue they may have been feeding vice, or in fighting vice they may have in fact been fighting virtue.

History has been stolen from us and replaced with guilt inducing lies.

Accepting necessary conflicts for the sake of improving the lives of children is the only fundamental moral crusade that matters.

The processing of universals is the job of the unconscious. If we feed it the opposite it breaks; when it breaks we break and the people around us break.

We are supposed to call poison medicine and we wonder why we're always sick.

The tombstone over the grave of the conscience always reads: "Human Nature".

The problem with the world is not that there is evil. The problem with the world is that there is evil that people think is good.