We Cannot Unthink Unless We Are Insane.

Nothing Is More Sad Than The Death Of An Illusion.

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.

Politics Can Be Relatively Fair In The Breathing Spaces Of History; At Its Critical Turning Points There Is No Other Rule Possible Than The Old One, That The End Justifies The Means.

To Sell Oneself For Thirty Pieces Of Silver Is An Honest Transaction; But To Sell Oneself To One S Own Conscience Is To Abandon Mankind.

In The Pun, Two Strings Of Thought Are Tangled Into One Acoustic Knot.