Talent Shuffles The Deck. Genius Brings A

The Lady: A Fluty Voice, Sensible Shoes, A Melancholy Sense Of Living By Rules Few Still Remember.

After I Have Said What Is Required By My Vanity And My Morality, I May Find A Moment For Truth.

No Matter How Close Thought Sticks To The Actual, It Follows Its Own Rules.

Out Of Power, Marxism Can Develop Critical Intelligence; In Power, It Quickly Becomes Stupid.

To Avoid Taking Responsibility, I Become Unresponsive But Hang On Until The Other Person Leaves Me.