Good is that which makes for unity. Evil is that which makes for separateness.

Only one more indispensable massacre of Capitalists or Communists or Fascists or Christians or Heretics, and there we are in the Golden Future.

That we are not much sicker and much madder than we are is due exclusively to that most blessed and blessing of all natural graces, sleep.

If most of us remain ignorant of ourselves, it is because self-knowledge is painful and we prefer the pleasures of illusion.

Successfully (whatever that may mean) or unsuccessfully, we all overact the part of our favorite character in fiction.

I believe one would write better if the climate were bad. If there were a lot of wind and storms for example.

God: a gaseous vertebrate.