The costliest myth of our time has been the myth of the Communist monolith.

Human beings of any age need to approve of themselves; the bad times in history come when they cannot.

One must stop conducting research before one has finished. Otherwise, one will never stop and never finish.

The reality of a question is inevitably more complicated than we would like to suppose.

If I had taken a doctoral degree, it would have stifled any writing capacity.

Every successful revolution puts on in time the robes of the tyrant it has deposed.

The story and study of the past, both recent and distant, will not reveal the future, but it flashes beacon lights along the way and it is a useful nostrum against despair.