One is fruitful only at the cost of being rich in contradictions.
Everything becomes and recurs eternally - escape is impossible!
Those things for which we find words, are things we have already overcome.
Some are made modest by great praise, others insolent.
And nobody lies as much as the indignant do.
When a nation is on the downward path, when it feels its belief in its own future, its hope of freedom slipping from it, when it begins to see submission as a first necessity and the virtues of submission as measures of self-preservation, then it must overhaul its God.