Where nonsense is tolerated, difficulty is banished.
A law is a metric, and like any other metric it can and will be gamed.
The characteristic maladies of our age are adult infantilism and childhood senescence.
The desires to have one’s work understood, and oneself understood, are nearly opposite, and ought not to share a verb.
It is by his diction, not his thought, that an acolyte may be infallibly recognized. If it consists of fashionable clichés, he has been colonized by a swarm instead of a man.
Popular sovereignty in a democracy comes to resemble Swiss cheese, as ambitious men carve little chunks of political power out for themselves and proof them as best they can against the vagaries of elections. Eventually nothing is left but the holes.
It is unjust to require IDs to vote. What ought to be required is an accurate statement of Arrow’s impossibility theorem.
To publish one’s work is to send a grown child out into the world: henceforth it will have to fend for itself.
No man accounts for his failures without resort to misfortune or injustice, and when they do not exist, he invents them.
One World: No Exit.