Among his favorite sayings was the Latin tag, An nescis, mi fili, quantilla prudentia mundus regatur? (“Do you not know, my son, with how little wisdom the world is governed?”)
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You can have life, or you can have safety at all costs, but you cannot have both.
Scott Yenor recognizes the family is disintegrating and that this is the result of an intentional project of the radical Left. How does one reach a modus vivendi with such people?
At every pass we have absorbed laws, not of morality, which are liberating, but of etiquette, which is a curb on adventure and genius, and of security and sloth, which deaden the soul.
“Dirty Harry” was the first film to push back against the pro-criminal Left.
A lifetime devoted to the cult of victimhood yields a barren life.
The film is a critique of social status both in the West and the East, but it is also a wake-up call about the manufactured consent of elite journalism.
In our recent election, counties representing 70 percent of gross domestic product voted for an oligarchic coalition of progressives, Big Tech, and Big Finance.
To think that a single op-ed could elicit such an effluence of opinion and such a diluvium of print is to recognize that Epstein, who will turn 84 in January, has lost none of his touch.
Although thorough, thought-provoking, and chilling in its descriptions of the problems in America’s heartland, the prescription from “America Lost” feels like an insufficient response.
The distinctions are clear. Choose a side.
You need to let go of your fear and anxiety . . . of being judged by others.
This Christmas season, watch Frank Capra's “It’s a Wonderful Life,” on the big screen in your town if you can—and may liberty not be forgotten.
Orwell—with all of the differences between his time and ours—speaks to us with authority and with renewed resonance.
Mythmaking is a double-edged sword. The stories we tell can build a people up or deconstruct them. Consider the contrast between “Roots” and “Hillbilly Elegy.”
The story of Barack Obama by Barack Obama is another chance for fans to ignore the facts and idolize this man’s face.
There is no shortage of memorable gems in Joshua Mitchell’s inviting and challenging book on the scourge of identity politics.
The Times let itself become hopelessly slanted, captive to organized feedback on social media, beholden to irredeemably conflicted staff members, and consumed by internal demons.
The unity is brought about by force.