Quote by Horace Greeley

There is no bigotry like that of free thought run to seed.

There is no bigotry like that of free thought run to seed.

Summary

This quote suggests that when free thought is taken to extremes without any limitations, it can lead to the emergence of a particularly extreme form of intolerance known as bigotry. It implies that when people become too attached to their own ideas and beliefs, they may become closed-minded and unwilling to consider or accept opposing viewpoints. It emphasizes the importance of maintaining an open and respectful attitude towards diverse opinions even within the context of free thinking.

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