We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.
Society can and does execute its own mandates， and if it issues wrong mandates instead of right， or any mandates at all in things with which it ought not to meddle， it practices a social tyranny more formidable than many kinds of political oppression， since， though not usually upheld by such extreme penalties， it leaves fewer means of escape， penetrating much more deeply into the details of life， and enslaving the soul itself.
