There are no extraordinary men... just extraordinary circumstances that ordinary men are forced to deal with.

There are no extraordinary men... just extraordinary circumstances that ordinary men are forced to deal with.

Miserable creatures, thrown for a moment on the surface of this little pile of mud, is it decreed that one read more

Miserable creatures, thrown for a moment on the surface of this little pile of mud, is it decreed that one half of the flock should be the persecutor of the other? Is it for you, mankind, to pronounce on what is good and what is evil?

The past always looks better than it was because it isn't here.

The past always looks better than it was because it isn't here.

Now stiff on a pillar with a phallic air nelson stylites in Trafalgar square reminds the British what once they read more

Now stiff on a pillar with a phallic air nelson stylites in Trafalgar square reminds the British what once they were.

The lessons of history? There are four: The bee fertilizes the flower it robs; whom the gods would destroy they read more

The lessons of history? There are four: The bee fertilizes the flower it robs; whom the gods would destroy they first make mad with power; the mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceeding small; when it is dark enough, you can see the stars.

My dear and old country, here we are once again together faced with a heavy trial.

My dear and old country, here we are once again together faced with a heavy trial.

America is the only nation in history which miraculously has gone directly from barbarism to degeneration without the usual intervention read more

America is the only nation in history which miraculously has gone directly from barbarism to degeneration without the usual intervention of civilization.

History is a gallery of pictures in which there are few originals and many copies.

History is a gallery of pictures in which there are few originals and many copies.

History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.

History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.