I hear the wind blowing across the desert and I see the moons of a winter night rising like great ships in the void. To them I make my vow: I will be resolute and make an art of government; I will balance my inherited past and become a perfect storehouse of my relic memories. And I will be known for kindliness more than for knowledge. My face will shine down the corridors of time for as long as humans exist.

Law is the ultimate science.

The purpose of argument is to change the nature of truth.

I'm the well-trained fruit tree. Full of well-trained feelings and abilities and all of them grafted onto me

Here lies a toppled god. His fall was not a small one. We did but build his pedestal, A narrow and a tall one.

Why is it that foolishness repeats itself with such monotonous precision?

Riots and comedy are but symptoms of the times, profoundly revealing. They betray the psychological tone, the deep uncertainties....and the striving for something better, plus the fear that nothing would come of it all.