Our First Intuitions Are The True Ones.

Tragic Paradox Of Freedom: The Mediocre Men Who Alone Make Its Exercise Possible Cannot Guarantee Its Duration.

There Is Not Much Difference Between A Mortal Man And A Dying Man. The Absurdity Of Making Plans Is Only Slightly More Obvious In The Second Case.

I Have Always Struggled, With The Sole Intention Of Ceasing To Struggle. Result: Zero.

Speech And Silence. We Feel Safer With A Madman Who Talks Than With One Who Cannot Open His Mouth.

Progress Is The Injustice Each Generation Commits With Regard To Its Predecessors.