Theories Pass. The Frog Remains.

Falsity Cannot Keep An Idea From Being Beautiful; There Are Certain Errors Of Such Ingenuity That One Could Regret Their Not Ranking Among The Achievements Of The Human Mind.

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.

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

Somebody Told Me I Should Put A Pebble In My Mouth To Cure My Stuttering. Well, I Tried It, And During A Scene I Swallowed The Pebble. That Was The End Of That.

Kill One Man, And You Are A Murderer. Kill Millions Of Men, And You Are A Conqueror. Kill Them All, And You Are A God.