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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.

History Knocks At A Thousand Gates At Every Moment, And The Gatekeeper Is Chance. We Shout Into The Mist For This One Or That One To Be Opened For Us, But Through Every Gate Are A Thousand More. We Need Wit And Courage To Make Our Way While Our Way Is Making Us.

There Is Nothing In The World More Stubborn Than A Corpse: You Can Hit It, You Can Knock It To Pieces, But You Cannot Convince 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.

One Must Open Men's Eyes, Not Tear Them Out.