Civilizaton Is The Interval Between Ice Ages.

What If It Is For Life's Sake That We Must Die? In Truth We Are Not Individuals; And It Is Because We Think Ourselves Such That Death Seems Unforgivable. We Are Temporary Organs Of The Race, Cells In The Body Of Life; We Die And Drop Away That Life May Remain Young And Strong. If We Were To Live Forever, Growth Would Be Stifled, And Youth Would Find No Room On Earth. Death, Like Style, Is The Removal Of Rubbish, The Circumcision Of The Superfluous. In The Midst Of Death Life Renews Itself Immortally.

Peace Is An Unstable Equilibrium, Which Can Be Preserved Only By Acknowledged Supremacy Or Equal Power.

Friends Are Helpful Not Only Because They Will Listen To Us, But Because They Will Laugh At Us; Through Them We Learn A Little Objectivity, A Little Modesty, A Little Courtesy; We Learn The Rules Of Life And Become Better Players Of The Game

The Great Snare Of Thought Is Uncritical Acceptance Of Irrational Assumptions.

The Past Is Not Dead. Indeed, It Is Often Not Even Past.