I regret less the great works that have been irretrievably lost than the mediocre ones that have been irrevocably preserved.
The obscurest epoch is today.
We speak of rewriting history, as if there were an alternative.
Humor used to be funny.
If progress is marching, it must be drunk.
Classical Greece was infested with trolls, then called philosophers.
From ironical use to obsolescence is a matter of a moment.
The hard sciences killed God, natural selection buried Him, variance drove a silver stake through His heart, and yet He will not die.
For every empire history offers a hundred explanations for why it fell, when what we need to know is how it lasted.
The right side of history — it is a marvel in its way. Five small words, yet is there a contemporary folly it neglects to embrace?
They’re all counter-revolutions after the first.