After all, what is reading but a vice, like drink or venery or any other form of excessive self-indulgence? One reads to tickle and amuse one's mind; one reads, above all, to prevent oneself thinking.

We can't allow science to undo its own good work.

I dread the inevitable acceleration of American world domination which will be the result of it all...Europe will no longer be Europe.

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

If human beings were shown what they're really like, they'd either kill one another as vermin, or hang themselves.

The vast majority of human beings dislike and even actually dread all notions with which they are not familiar... Hence it comes about that at their first appearance innovators have generally been persecuted, and always derided as fools and madmen.

But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.