When I Find New Information I Change

The Difficulty Lies, Not In The New Ideas, But In Escaping From The Old Ones.

For At Least Another Hundred Years We Must Pretend To Ourselves And To Every One That Fair Is Foul And Foul Is Fair; For Foul Is Useful And Fair Is Not. Avarice And Usury And Precaution Must Be Our Gods For A Little Longer Still.

Perhaps It Is Historically True That No Order Of Society Ever Perishes Save By Its Own Hand.

The Decadent International But Individualistic Capitalism In The Hands Of Which We Found Ourselves After The War Is Not A Success. It Is Not Intelligent. It Is Not Beautiful. It Is Not Just. It Is Not Virtuous. And It Doesn't Deliver The Goods.

It Would Not Be Foolish To Contemplate The Possibility Of A Far Greater Progress Still.