There is something curiously boring about somebody else's happiness.

Words are magical in the way they affect the minds of those who use them.

Those who believe that they are exclusively in the right are generally those who achieve something.

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

which is better - to be born stupid into an intelligent society or intelligent into an insane one?

Where beauty is worshipped for beauty's sake as a goddess, independent of and superior to morality and philosophy, the most horrible putrefaction is apt to set in. The lives of the aesthetes are the far from edifying commentary on the religion of beauty.

Industrial man—a sentient reciprocating engine having a fluctuating output, coupled to an iron wheel revolving with uniform velocity. And then we wonder why this should be the golden age of revolution and mental derangement.