Logic Is A Feeble Reed, Friend.

Aside From A Cold Appreciation Of My Own Genius I Felt That I Was A Modest Man.

There Are A Dozen Different Ways Of Delivering Destruction In Impersonal Wholesale, Via Ships Or Missiles Of One Sort Or Another, Catastrophes So Widespread, So Unselective That The War Is Over Because That Nation Or Planet Has Ceased To Exist. What We Do Is Entirely Different. We Make War As Personal As A Punch In The Nose. We Can Be Selective, Applying Precisely The Required Amount Of Pressure At The Specified Point At A Designated Time. We've Never Been Told To Go Down And Kill Or Capture All Left-handed Redheads In A Particular Area, But If They Tell Us To, We Can. We Will.

Was There Ever A Time When The Majority Was Right?

A Human Being Has No Natural Rights Of Any Nature.

To Stay Young Requires Unceasing Cultivation Of The Ability To Unlearn Old Falsehoods.