"There is here a great melting pot in which we must compound a precious metal. That metal is the metal of nationality."

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To conceal a want of real ideas, many make for themselves an imposing apparatus of long compound words, intricate flourishes and phrases, new and unheard-of expressions, all of which together furnish an extremely difficult jargon that sounds very learned. Yet with all this they say-precisely nothing.

— Arthur Schopenhauer