In history-as-politics, the 'future' is that vacuum in time waiting to be filled with the antics of statesmen.

I must confess that I know nothing whatsoever about true underlying reality, never having met any.

As between the skulking and furtive poacher, who hunts for the sake of meat, and the honest gentleman shooter, who kills for the pleasure of sport, I find the former a higher type of humanity.

Death is every man's final critic. To die well you must live bravely.

Ah yes, the head is full of books. The hard part is to force them down through the bloodstream and out through the fingers.

I would give ten years off the beginning of my life to see, only once, Tyrannosaurus rex come rearing up from the elms of Central Park, a Morgan police horse screaming in its jaws. We can never have enough of nature.

Taxation: how the sheep are shorn.