He who can, writes books; he who cannot, writes books for children.
History is made top down, civilization bottom up.
Humans think as women preach — not well, but one is surprised to find it done at all.
I ask one thing of literature: that it draw blood.
Domestic sentiment swamps every virtue.
The punster, the grammarian, the nitpicking fact-checker all display contempt for what is being said. They counterfeit attention.
Our thirst for narrative makes saints of reformed sinners, and reformed sinners of saints.
“Because I can” is a severely underrated principle of human behavior.
Sometimes we imagine things into existence, more often out of it.
To understand the past, treat it like the present; to understand the present, treat it like the past.