Great Intellects Are Skeptical.

Let Us Beware Of Saying There Are Laws In Nature. There Are Only Necessities: There Is No One To Command, No One To Obey, No One To Transgress. When You Realize There Are No Goals Or Objectives, Then You Realize, Too, That There Is No Chance: For Only In A World Of Objectives Does The Word Chance Have Any Meaning.

As Much As Possible, And This As Quickly As Possible: That Is What The Great Mental And Emotional Illness Craves That Is Variously Called "present" Or "culture," But That Is Actually A Symptom Of Consumption.

The Press, The Machine, The Railway, The Telegraph Are Premises Whose Thousand-year Conclusion No One Has Yet Dared To Draw.

Time Flies Apace-we Would Fain Believe That Everything Flies Forward With It.

The Individual Has Always To Struggle To Keep From Being Overwhelmed By The Tribe.