Who Will Dare To Write A History

The Crossroads Of Trade Are The Meeting Place Of Ideas, The Attrition Ground Of Rival Customs And Beliefs; Diversities Beget Conflict, Comparison, Thought; Superstitions Cancel One Another, And Reason Begins.

Civilization Exists By Geological Consent, Subject To Change Without Notice.

What If It Is For Life's Sake That We Must Die? In Truth We Are Not Individuals; And It Is Because We Think Ourselves Such That Death Seems Unforgivable. We Are Temporary Organs Of The Race, Cells In The Body Of Life; We Die And Drop Away That Life May Remain Young And Strong. If We Were To Live Forever, Growth Would Be Stifled, And Youth Would Find No Room On Earth. Death, Like Style, Is The Removal Of Rubbish, The Circumcision Of The Superfluous. In The Midst Of Death Life Renews Itself Immortally.

Peace Is An Unstable Equilibrium, Which Can Be Preserved Only By Acknowledged Supremacy Or Equal Power.

The Love We Have In Our Youth Is Superficial Compared To The Love That An Old Man Has For His Old Wife.