Чарльз Маккей

Люди мыслят стадом. Стадом же они сходят с ума, а в сознание приходят медленно и по одиночке.

You have no enemies, you say? Alas, my friend, the boast is poor. He who has mingled in the fray Of duty, that the brave endure, Must have made foes. If you have none Small is the work that you have done.