History Is The Autobiography Of A Madman.

If Nations Always Moved From One Set Of Furnished Rooms To Another -- And Always Into A Better Set -- Things Might Be Easier, But The Trouble Is That There Is No One To Prepare The New Rooms. The Future Is Worse Than The Ocean -- There Is Nothing There. It Will Be What Men And Circumstances Make It.

This Socialism Will Develop In All Its Phases Until It Reaches Its Own Extremes And Absurdities. Then Once Again A Cry Of Denial Will Break From The Titanic Chest Of The Revolutionary Minority And Again A Mortal Struggle Will Begin, In Which Socialism Will Play The Role Of Contemporary Conservatism And Will Be Overwhelmed In The Subsequent Revolution, As Yet Unknown To Us.

Science, Which Cuts Its Way Through The Muddy Pond Of Daily Life Without Mingling With It, Casts Its Wealth To Right And Left, But The Puny Boatmen Do Not Know How To Fish For It.

False Gods Must Be Repudiated, But That Is Not All: The Reasons For Their Existence Must Be Sought Beneath Their Masks.

The World Will Not Know Liberty Until All That Is Religious And Political Is Transformed Into Something Simple And Human And Made Susceptible To Criticism And Denial.