I have always found that Angels have the vanity to speak of themselves as the only wise.

Assemble a mob of men and women previously conditioned by a daily reading of the newspapers; treat them to amplified band music, bright lights...and in next to no time you can reduce them to a state of almost mindless subhumanity. Never before have so few been in a position to make fools, maniacs, or criminals of so many.

When the sun rises, it rises for everyone.

There is no bad day that can’t be overcome by listening to a barbershop quartet. This is just truth, plain and simple.

Words, words, words! They shut one off from the universe. Three quarters of the time one's never in contact with things, only with the beastly words that stand for them.

As political and economic freedom diminishes, sexual freedom tends correspondingly to increase. And the dictator will do well to encourage that freedom...it will help to reconcile his subjects to the servitude which is their fate.

Reality, however utopian, is something from which people feel the need of taking pretty frequent holidays.