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Intellectuals Can Tell Themselves Anything, Sell Themselves Any Bill Of Goods, Which Is Why They Were So Often Patsies For The Ruling Classes In 19th-century France And England, Or 20th-century Russia And America.

Things Start Out As Hopes And End Up As Habits.

A Theme Is Always Necessary, A Plain, Simple, Unadorned Theme To Confuse The Ignorant.

I Like People Who Refuse To Speak Until They Are Ready To Speak.

Was It Always My Nature To Take A Bad Time And Block Out The Good Times, Until Any Success Became An Accident And Failure Seemed The Only Truth?