In Our Ideals We Unwittingly Reveal Our

Being Right Is Less Important To Us Than The Freedom To Be Wrong.

The Least One Can Say Of Power Is That A Vocation For It Is Suspicious.

On The Brink Of Being Satiated, Desire Still Appears Infinite.

It Takes A Very Deep-rooted Opinion To Survive Unexpressed.

Prerequisite For Rereadability In Books: That They Be Forgettable.