What good is a voice like mine, if I do not use it? To preserve this silence? When I say silence is a form of violence, I am saying that inaction is complicity or that deliberate ignorance is the malnourished conscience or even that the man who said ‘Yes’ to the death-sentence is the man who turned his face away and muttered to himself, “This is something else, somewhere else, or I am.”

Silence may prove a person’s character, innocence and also motive. It can land in both the negative and also positive factor of life. The unspoken word is capital. We can invest it or we can squander it. The silence of someone who thinks he is wise, is actually arrogance. The silence of someone who thinks that he is wise but he is not is called stupidity. The silence of someone who does not realize that he is wise is truly wisdom. The wisdom of the wise, and the experiences of ages, may be preserved by quotations. It is my belief that nearly every invented quotation, played with confidence, stands a good chance to deceive. Between believing a thing, and thinking you know is only a small step and quickly taken.

Men think they think upon the great political questions, and they do. But they think with their party, not independently. They read its literature, but not that of the other side. All I care to know is that a man is a human being and that is enough for me. He cannot be any worse. We are nothing but echoes. We have no thoughts of our own, no opinions of our own; we are but a compost heap made up of the decayed heredities, moral and physical. If man had created man he would be ashamed of his performance.

Insults are to be given to man as they endowed with a stupidity, which by the least little stretch would go around the globe four times and tie. It is one of the mysteries of our nature that a man, all unprepared, can receive a thunder-stroke like that and live. There is but one reasonable explanation of it. The intellect is stunned by the shock and but gropingly gathers the meaning of the words. The power to realize their full import is mercifully lacking. I do not care much for gratitude of the noisy, boisterous kind. Why, when some men discharge an obligation, you can hear the report for miles around.

*something i wrote... when i was bored actually... you should really concentrate to understand this... that's why i named it "MIND STORY"...