About a century ago “poet” became a polite term for half-wit, and then it was “artist”, and it will be “scientist” sooner than you think.
The obscurest epoch is today.
First we were killed by nature, then by rulers, and finally we resorted to killing ourselves.
The contents of the dustbin of history are recycled endlessly.
To make an omelet you have to break a few eggs; to make a bigger one you have to break a few more; and to make an enormous, imperishable, world-historical omelet, millions of broken eggs are required.
The free stuff is a nice perk of communism, but the real point was always the free love.
If journalism is the first draft of history, we know how far to trust history.
The man a year ahead of his time is a success, the man a decade ahead is a bankrupt, and the man a century ahead is a lunatic.
It is unfortunate that I forget so few of my thoughts.
Like Russians for Stalin, many Americans are nostalgic for a time when we all thought the same, or at least we all thought we did.
Enlightenment philosophy is Christianity without the serpent.