The real hopeless victims of mental illness are to be found among those who appear to be most normal. Many of them are normal because they are so well adjusted to our mode of existence, because their human voice has been silenced so early in their lives that they do not even struggle or suffer or develop symptoms as the neurotic does. They are normal not in what may be called the absolute sense of the word; they are normal only in relation to a profoundly abnormal society.

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

I'd rather be myself," he said. "Myself and nasty. Not somebody else, however jolly.

God in the safe and Ford on the shelves.

As late as the seventeenth century, monarchs owned so little furniture that they had to travel from palace to palace with wagon-loads of plate and bedspreads, of carpets and tapestries.

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

I don't care where I'm from, nor where I'm going. From hell to hell.