Historians of the future will have a hard time figuring out how so many organized groups of strident jackasses succeeded in leading us around by the nose and morally intimidating the majority into silence.
I hate when vice can bolt her arguments, And virtue has no tongue to check her pride.
Conscience, like a child, is soon lulled to sleep.
Sin writes histories, goodness is silent.
Clever modern man is so witless that he thinks moral silence and empty conscience are an advantage.
If the society today allows wrongs to go unchallenged, the impression is created that those wrongs have the approval of the majority.
Moralists love to discourse on the hollowness of success; about the hollowness of failure they are silent.
