Woe unto the defeated, whom history treads into the dust.

Creativity is the defeat of habit by originality.

The jester is brother to the sage.

The principle that the end justifies the means is and remains the only rule of political ethics; anything else is just a vague chatter and melts away between one’s fingers.

If conquerors be regarded as the engine-drivers of History, then the conquerors of thought are perhaps the pointsmen who, less conspicuous to the traveler's eye, determine the direction of the journey.

...the temptation, which consisted of a single word written on the cemetary of the defeated: Sleep.

Nothing is more sad than the death of an illusion.