History Is Not The Soil Of Happiness.

The Owl Of Minerva Spreads Its Wings Only With The Falling Of The Dusk.

Not Curiosity, Not Vanity, Not The Consideration Of Expediency, Not Duty And Conscientiousness, But An Unquenchable, Unhappy Thirst That Brooks No Compromise Leads Us To Truth.

No Man Is A Hero To His Valet De Chamber

God Is The Absolute Truth...

What Is Rational Is Actual And What Is Actual Is Rational