There will be, in the next generation or so, a pharmacological method of making people love their servitude, and producing dictatorship without tears, so to speak, producing a kind of painless concentration camp for entire societies, so that people will in fact have their liberties taken away from them, but will rather enjoy it.

You've got to be hurt and upset; otherwise you can't think of the really good, penetrating, X-rayish phrases.

People will come to love their oppression, to adore the technologies that undo their capacities to think.

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.

There is only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that is your own self. So you have to begin there, not outside, not on other people. That comes afterwards, when you have worked on your own corner.

Beauty is worse than wine, it intoxicates both the holder and beholder.

Defined in psychological terms, a fanatic is a man who consciously over-compensates a secret doubt.