It is a terrible thing, this kindess that human beings do not lose. Terrible, because when we are finally naked in the dark and cold, it is all we have. We who are so rich, so full of strength, we end up with that small change. We have nothing else to give.

“I don’t know. Do men kill men, except in madness? Does any beast kill its own k…”

“When action grows unprofitable, gather information; when information grows unpr…”

“For heroes do not make history—that is the historian’s job—but, passive, let th…”

“We make sense of the world intentionally. Faced with chaos, we seek or make the…”