All Governments Suffer A Recurring Problem: Power

Laws To Suppress Tend To Strengthen What They Would Prohibit.

I Hear The Wind Blowing Across The Desert And I See The Moons Of A Winter Night Rising Like Great Ships In The Void. To Them I Make My Vow: I Will Be Resolute And Make An Art Of Government; I Will Balance My Inherited Past And Become A Perfect Storehouse Of My Relic Memories. And I Will Be Known For Kindliness More Than For Knowledge. My Face Will Shine Down The Corridors Of Time For As Long As Humans Exist.

The Writing Of History Is Largely A Process Of Diversion. Most Historical Accounts Distract Attention From The Secret Influences Behind Great Events.

The Only Past Which Endures Lies Wordlessly Within You.

The Past Is No Farther Away Than Your Pillow.