By The Time I Was 9, I

Take A Portion Of Wit, And Fashion It Fit, Like A Needle, With Point And With Eye: A Point That Can Wound, An Eye To Look Round, And At Folly Or Vice Let It Fly

[t]hat Is The Triumph Of History - Truth Absolute Is Not At Hand; The Original With Which To Match The Copy Does Not Exist.

You Never Step In The Same River Of Thought Twice, Because Neither You Nor It Are The Same.

A Culture May Be Conceived As A Network Of Beliefs And Purposes In Which Any String In The Net Pulls And Is Pulled By The Others,thus Perpetually Changing The Configuration Of The Whole. If The Cultural Element Called Morals Takes On A New Shape, We Must Ask What Other Strings Have Pulled It Out Of Line. It Cannot Be One Solitary String, Nor Even The Strings Nearby, For The Network Is Three-dimensional At Least.

The Nation In Arms Is Virtually A Communist State: The People Must Be Paid Wages And Fed And Protected And Regimented Behind The Lines As Much As On The Front. Minds Must Be Kept Loyal And At The Right Pitch Of Hate, So That Successive Drafts Of Fighters Are Accepted Without Murmurings. Letters And Newspapers Must Be Censored While The Propaganda Mill Grinds On. As For Decisions Of Strategy And Overall Command, They Must Please Many Masters: Dissenters In The Cabinet, The Heads Of The Allied States And Public Opinion. Hence Failures Must Be Disguised Or Concealed.