History Had A Slow Pulse; Man Counted

Man Has An Irrepressible Tendency To Read Meaning Into The Buzzing Confusion Of Sights And Sounds Impinging On His Senses; And Where No Agreed Meaning Can Be Found, He Will Provide It Out Of His Own Imagination.

Without The Hard Little Bits Of Marble Which Are Called 'facts' Or 'data' One Cannot Compose A Mosaic; What Matters, However, Are Not So Much The Individual Bits, But The Successive Patterns Into Which You Arrange Them, Then Break Them Up And Rearrange Them.

The Principle That The End Justifies The Means Is And Remains The Only Rule Of Political Ethics; Anything Else Is Just A Vague Chatter And Melts Away Between One’s Fingers.

History Knows No Scruples And No Hesitation. Inert And Unnering Flows Towards Her Goal. History Knows Herway. She Makes No Mistakes.

Adolescence Is A Kind Of Emotional Seasickness. Both Are Funny, But Only In Retrospect.