Love Is Exclusivity, Selection.

Man In A Word Has No Nature; What He Has... Is History.

Barbarism Is The Absence Of Standards To Which Appeal Can Be Made.

Civilization Is Nothing Else But The Attempt To Reduce Force To Being The Last Resort.

The Man Who Discovers A New Scientific Truth Has Previously Had To Smash To Atoms Almost Everything He Had Learnt, And Arrives At The New Truth With Hands Blood Stained From The Slaughter Of A Thousand Platitudes.

Every Life Is, More Or Less, A Ruin Among Whose Debris We Have To Discover What The Person Ought To Have Been.