Horse, you are truly a creature without equal, for you fly without wings and conquer without sword.
War is a way of shattering to pieces, or pouring into the stratosphere, or sinking in the depths of the sea, materials which might otherwise be used to make the masses too comfortable, and hence, in the long run, too intelligent.
Now we are all sons of bitches.
Somewhere between the Angels and the French lies the rest of humanity.
He mobilized the English language and sent it into battle to steady his fellow countrymen and hearten those Europeans upon whom the long dark night of tyranny had descended.
The whole is more than the sum of its parts.
To Thales the primary question was not what do we know, but how do we know it.
Wit is educated insolence.