Right and wrong are the rules we make up ourselves so that we can play in the game with other people. Without rules, there can’t be a game. But never forget—the rules are artificial.
Poets are almost always wrong about facts. That’s because they are not really interested in facts: only in truth.
It is not given to man to know what is right and what is wrong. Men always did always will err, and in nothing more than in what they consider right and wrong.
If you spend your whole life thinking the worst thing you can imagine is going to happen, you have to be wrong some of the time.
If you simply ignored the feeling, you would never know what might happen, and in many ways that was worse than finding out you were wrong in the first place. Because if you were wrong, you could go forward in your life without ever looking back over your shoulder and wondering what might have been.
I doubt not, but from self-evident propositions, by necessary consequences, as incontestable as those in mathematics, the measures of right and wrong might be made out.