It Is Always The Teacher Who Must

History Was Like Some Vast Thing That Was Always Over The Tight Horizon, Invisible Except In Its Effects. It Was What Happened When You Weren't Looking -- An Unknowable Infinity Of Events, Which Although Out Of Control, Controlled Everything.

Easier To Destroy The World Than To Change Capitalism Even One Little Bit.

The Vaunted Experience Of Age Was Perhaps Only A Matter Of Wounds And Scarring -- That Young Minds To Old Minds Might Be As Young Bodies To Old Bodies: Stronger, More Vital, Less Twisted By Damage.

Fights Over Ideas Are The Most Vicious Of All. If It Were Merely Food, Or Water, Or Shelter, We Would Work Something Out. But In The Realm Of Ideas One Can Become Idealistic .

The Sky Itself Is The Eighth Color Of The Rainbow, Spread Over The Whole Sky For Us, All The Time.