“It was a culture,” the historian will write a century from now, “that found it necessary to invent the word ‘unironically.'”
The obscurest epoch is today.
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.
Uncivilized colonists enslave the aborigines; civilized colonists exterminate them.
Every historical atrocity has been committed in the name of some high principle.
Those who can remember the past are condemned to tell those who cannot what part of it we are now repeating.
Political corruption used to be friction; now it is lubrication.
Etiquette and ritual are observed long after traditions and religions have died, as fingernails seem to still grow on a corpse.
History is the events leading up to my life; biography is the events leading up to my death.