Politics' the polite word for antediluvian prejudices, the rags put on by enmity and tribal resentment.

Everything is in the way the material is composed.

Politics' the polite word for antediluvian prejudices, the rags put on by enmity and tribal resentment.

I feel these days like a very large flamingo. No matter what way I turn, there is always a very large bill.

It is not a matter of ends justifying means: but of the creation of new means and new ends.

There is nothing worse than the ambitions of a talentless person.

Beliefs: Those things we hold to be true despite evidence to the contrary.