Wherever the choice has had to be made between the man of reason and the madman, the world has unhesitatingly followed the madman.

Thought of the incomprehensible sequence of changes and chances that make up a life, all the beauties and horrors and absurdities whose conjunctions create the uninterpretable and yet divinely significant pattern of human destiny.

Nothing is more dreadful than a cold, unimpassioned indulgence. And love infallibly becomes cold and unimpassioned when it is too lightly made.

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

The greater a man's talents, the greater his power to lead astray.

A man may be a pessimistic determinist before lunch and an optimistic believer in the will's freedom after it.

The question of the next generation will not be one of how to liberate the masses, but rather, how to make them love their servitude.