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.

Every civilization is, among other things, an arrangement for domesticating the passions and setting them to do useful work.

Every ceiling, when reached, becomes a floor, upon which one walks as a matter of course and prescriptive right

Sixty two thousand four hundred repetitions make one truth. Idiots!

Habit converts luxurious enjoyments into dull and daily necessities.

For some strange reason murder has always seemed more respectable than fornication. Few people are shocked when they hear God described as the God of Battles; but what an outcry there would be if anyone spoke of him as the God of Brothels.

Individual insanity is immune to the consequences of collective insanity