When I was an undergraduate in the 1960s out in the Western provinces (Colorado, it was), my instructors (Democrats to a man, no women in what was called the History and Government Department at Colorado State University in those benighted times) not only encouraged me to make the most of myself, they taught me that conspiracy theory was the hobgoblin of little minds, like those of the local John Birchers. (firstthings.com)
As consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, so, too, does it sustain the steadfast soul. (si.com)
But of course the danger is that sometimes people SHOULD change their minds, and it would be a tragedy if the fear of old quotes and video clips pushed public figures into pursuing that hobgoblin of little minds, foolish consistency. (epolitics.com)