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.

These are the sort of things people ought to look at. Things without pretensions, satisfied to be merely themselves.

At their first appearance innovators have always been derided as fools and mad men.

Civilization means food and literature all round. Beefsteaks and fiction magazines for all. First-class proteins for the body, fourth-class love-stories for the spirit.

Assembled in a crowd, people lose their powers of reasoning and their capacity for moral choice.

All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours.

I'm sick. I've eaten civilisation and I'm sick.