Every man who knows how to read has it in his power to magnify himself, to multiply the ways in which he exists, to make his life full, significant and interesting.

Art, I suppose, is only for beginners, who have made up in their minds to be content with symbols rather than with what they signify, with the elegantly composed recipe in lieu of actual dinner.

Nothing — the only perfection, the only absolute. Infinite and eternal nothing.

People will come to love their oppression, to adore the technologies that undo their capacities to think.

No holiday is ever anything but a disappointment.

There is only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that's your own self.

You've got to be hurt and upset; otherwise you can't think of the really good, penetrating, X-rayish phrases.