When bemoaning all that you should know, but do not, spare a thought for all that you should not know, but do.
Error is boundless.
Nor hope nor doubt,
Though both be groundless,
Will average out.
When I was young, I regarded argument as a path to truth, later as a harmless vice, and finally as a positive plague.
Fools come in two kinds: the Barren, whom nothing reminds of anything; and the Promiscuous, whom anything reminds of everything.
It is strange, the way people will believe bizarre and byzantine theories about their rulers after years of being lied to by them continuously.
The illusion it affords of objectivity is conversion’s great appeal: the convert, though once a fanatic, has learned his lesson, and today’s belief is informed exclusively by a sober consideration of its merits.
We remember only the errors we pay for.
To treat such doctrines as pacifism and communism as errors is itself an error. One does not argue with pipe dreams, or refute impossibilities.
We need not search for facts that confirm our opinions: all facts confirm our opinions.
Once in a while evil triumphs because good men do nothing, but usually because they meddle in what is none of their damn business.
“Change my mind.” Good Lord, why?