In Art As In Life The Valid

The Ideal, Without Doubt, Varies, But Its Enemies, Alas, Are Always The Same.

Theories Pass. The Frog Remains.

One Kills A Man, One Is An Assassin; One Kills Millions, One Is A Conqueror; One Kills Everybody, One Is A God.

We Bestow On Others Praise In Which We Do Not Believe, On Condition That In Return They Bestow Upon Us Praise In Which We Do.

We Find It Easy To Believe That Praise Is Sincere: Why Should Anyone Lie In Telling Us The Truth?