You are well ventured to Odysseus' gates
into many-layered Troynovant,
the city of nobly recurring knowledge.
You promised once, a progeny divine
Of Romans, rising from the Trojan line,
In after times should hold the world in awe,
And to the land and ocean give the law.
For noble Britons sprang from Trojans bold,
And Troynovant was built of Troyes' ashes cold.
The Faerie Queene
What is Truth? said jesting Pilate;
and would not stay for an answer.
The Essays: Of Truth
The history of mankind would be far too stupid a thing if it had not had the intellect of the powerless injected into it: —
First Essay, #7
On the Genealogy of Morality
into the Interior:
Coining at Troynovant
quantifying value into commodity;
true coin, false coin,
enterprise & economics
Brought Down to Earth
Prelude to Greatness
Lincoln in the 1850s
In these great times
which I knew when they were this small ...
In These Great Times
Vienna, November 1914
Corruption swims within Cynicism,
as fattening fish within their nurturing sea.
Maxims for Despots
The Sly Tyrant's Handbook