The will to domination is a ravenous beast. There are never enough warm bodies to satiate its monstrous hunger. Once read more

The will to domination is a ravenous beast. There are never enough warm bodies to satiate its monstrous hunger. Once alive, this beast grows and grows, feeding on all the life around it, scouring the earth to find new sources of nourishment. This beast lives in each man who battens on female servitude.

The past grows gradually around one, like a placenta for dying.

The past grows gradually around one, like a placenta for dying.

If one morning I walked on top of the water across the Potomac River, the headline that afternoon would read: read more

If one morning I walked on top of the water across the Potomac River, the headline that afternoon would read: "President Can't Swim.".

History is more or less bunk. It's tradition. We don't want tradition. We want to live in the present and read more

History is more or less bunk. It's tradition. We don't want tradition. We want to live in the present and the only history that is worth a tinker's dam is the history we made today.

The men who make history have not time to write it.

The men who make history have not time to write it.

I once asked my history teacher how we were expected to learn anything useful from his subject, when it seemed read more

I once asked my history teacher how we were expected to learn anything useful from his subject, when it seemed to me to be nothing but a monotonous and sordid succession of robber baron scumbags devoid of any admirable human qualities. I failed history.

Let my name stand among those who are willing to bear ridicule and reproach for the truth's sake, and so read more

Let my name stand among those who are willing to bear ridicule and reproach for the truth's sake, and so earn some right to rejoice when the victory is won.

It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a man stands read more

It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope.

The past is a foreign country. They do things differently there.

The past is a foreign country. They do things differently there.