“Fear makes idiots out of us all, at some time or other.”
Patricia Briggs (1965) American writer
Source: When Demons Walk
“Nothing makes us angrier than the fear that some pleasure is being enjoyed by others but forever denied to us.”
Source: The Greening of America (1970), Chapter X : Beyond Youth: Recovery Of Self, p. 279
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