Humanity has progressed vastly with how, less with what, and not at all with why.
The obscurest epoch is today.
Chronology is to history what arithmetic is to mathematics.
Countries are artificial: cities are natural.
Today’s reductio, tomorrow’s reality.
From mass literacy the last couple of centuries follow more or less ineluctably.
Today we hear silence as our ancestors heard music.
“It was a culture,” the historian will write a century from now, “that found it necessary to invent the word ‘unironically.'”
That no change is possible was the ancient superstition; that any change is possible is the modern one.
Eventually one wearies of strangling the last king with the guts of the last priest.
Yesterday the great enemy of democracy was distinction of birth; today it is distinction of wealth; tomorrow it will be distinction.