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We Are All Sufferers From History, But The Paranoid Is A Double Sufferer, Since He Is Afflicted Not Only By The Real World, With The Rest Of Us, But By His Fantasies As Well.

The Intellectual ... May Live For Ideas, As I Have Said, But Something Must Prevent Him From Living For One Idea, From Becoming Obsessive Or Grotesque. Although There Have Been Zealots Whom We May Still Regard As Intellectuals, Zealotry Is A Defect Of The Breed And Not Of The Essence.

As With The Pursuit Of Happiness, The Pursuit Of Truth Is Itself Gratifying Whereas The Consummation Often Turns Out To Be Elusive.

If There Is Anything More Dangerous To The Life Of The Mind Than Having No Independent Commitment To Ideas, It Is Having An Excess Of Commitment To Some Special And Constricting Idea.

Whatever The Intellectual Is Too Certain Of, If He Is Healthily Playful, He Begins To Find Unsatisfactory. The Meaning Of His Intellectual Life Lies Not In The Possession Of Truth But In The Quest For New Uncertainties.