Everything Is Explicable In The Terms Of

The Fate Of A Single Man Can Be Rich With Significance, That Of A Few Hundred Less So, But The History Of Thousands And Millions Of Men Does Not Mean Anything At All, In Any Adequate Sense Of The Word.

The Whole Plan Hinged Upon The Natural Curiosity Of Potatoes.

There Are No Answers, Only Choices.

Man Does Not Create Gods, In Spite Of Appearances. The Times, The Age, Impose Them On Him.

Psychoanalytic Doctrine Reveals The Pig In Man, A Pig Saddled With A Conscience; The Disastrous Result Is That The Pig Is Uncomfortable Beneath That Pious Rider, And The Rider Fares No Better In The Situation, Since His Endeavor Is Not Only To Tame The Pig, But Also To Render It Invisible.