The platform of an Ethical Society is itself the altar; the address must be the fire that burns thereon.
My closest friend, who died not long ago, is buried near Marx's grave in Highgate cemetery, so I see the gaggle of admirers laying roses at the foot of his tombstone regularly. I have never been tempted to leave flowers there myself. Great theories, shame about the practice. Marx did many things. Bu
The true measure of a man is what he would do if he knew he would never be caught.