One's life is an act with no actor, and thus it has always been recognized that the insane man that has lost his mind is a parody of the sage who has transcended his ego. If one is paranoid, the other is metanoid.

What would you like to do if money were no object? How would you really enjoy spending your life?

A philosopher is a sort of intellectual yokel who gawks at things that sensible people take for granted.

But we try to pretend, you see, that the external world exists altogether independently of us.

I would suggest that today, we know about as much concerning the human mind as we knew about the galaxy in 1300.

But when no risk is taken there is no freedom. It is thus that, in an industrial society, the plethora of laws made for our personal safety convert the land into a nursery, and policemen hired to protect us become selfserving busybodies.

For the price of intelligence as we now know it is chronic anxiety, anxiety which appears to increase—oddly enough—to the very degree that human life is subjected to intelligent organization.