None of us know our real names.
It was a world of acts, and words had no more influence on acts than the sound of a waterfall has on the flow of the stream.
It would take 2,000 Vietnam Memorials to list the [Twentieth] century's war dead.
In the beginning was the dream, and the work of disenchantment never ends.
It was not power that corrupted people, but fools who corrupted power.
Whistling together. Some kind of performance. I mean, not just a conversation, but a performance.