Most Believe That A Satisfactory Future Requires

War Is The Most Readily Available Form Of Chaos.

Thou Shalt Not Make A Machine In The Likeness Of A Human Mind.

Jessica Stopped Beside Him, Said: 'what Delicious Abandon In The Sleep Of A Child.' He Spoke Mechanically: 'if Only Adults Could Relax Like That.' 'yes.' 'where Do We Lose It?' He Murmured. 'we Do, Indeed, Lose Something,' She Said.

The Successful Writer Listens To Himself.

Empires Do Not Suffer Emptiness Of Purpose At The Time Of Their Creation. It Is When They Have Become Established That Aims Are Lost And Replaced By Vague Ritual.