However many stages history is divided into, ours is always second to last.
It is often only slightly more trouble to do a thing well than to do it badly.
A decadent civilization makes lists.
Inspiration only dramatizes thought for those who cannot think. Physical laws do not come from falling apples, or poems from opium dreams.
What makes a fool? The gap between what he knows and what he thinks he knows — in short, opinions.
Free speech means, more technically, that the value of any given utterance asymptotically approaches zero.
Liars love to be lied to: indeed they insist on it.
Civilizations expire, unnoticed, in a rabble of compilers, curators, connoisseurs, encyclopedists, mashers-up, aficionados.
Any idiot can have a good idea; it takes a genius to recognize one.
Nobody writes for the love of it. At best you write because it is less painful than not writing.