Someone said that patriotism is the last refuge of cowards; those without moral principles usually wrap a flag around themselves, and those bastards always talk about the purity of race.

It comes down to a question of attention: it's difficult to use the Net distractedly, unlike the television or the radio.

Absence is to love as wind is to fire: it extinguishes the little flame, it fans the big.

The lunatic is all idée fixe, and whatever he comes across confirms his lunacy. You can tell him by the liberties he takes with common sense, by his flashes of inspiration, and by the fact that sooner or later he brings up the Templars.

Beauty is boring because it is predictable.

If somebody writes a book and doesn't care for the survival of that book, he's an imbecile.

Man's principle trait is a readiness to believe anything. Otherwise, how could the Church have survived for almost two thousand years in the absense of universal gullibility?