Pain was a fascinating horror

[I am not] the captain of my soul; I am only its noisiest passenger.

Can you say something about nothing?

Work is prayer. Work is also stink. Therefore stink is prayer.

Thought must be divided against itself before it can come to any knowledge of itself.

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.

Reality cannot be ignored except at a price; and the longer the ignorance is persisted in, the higher and more terrible becomes the price that must be paid.