The place is good. How good, one must have circumnavigated the globe to discover. Why not stay? Take root? But roots are chains. I have a terror of losing my freedom. Free, without ties, unpossessed by any possessions, free to do as one will, to go at a moment's notice wherever the fancy may suggest--it is good. But so is this place. Might it not be better? To gain freedom one sacrifices something [...] and all that these things and people signify. One sacrifices something--for a greater gain in knowledge, in understanding, in intensified living? I sometimes wonder.

Maybe this world is another planet's Hell.

It’s embarrassing to tell you this, but it seems to come down mostly to just learning to be kinder.

A really efficient totalitarian state would be one in which the all-powerful executive of political bosses and their army of managers control a population of slaves who do not have to be coerced, because they love their servitude.

I'm sick. I've eaten civilisation and I'm sick.

Most human beings have an almost infinite capacity for taking things for granted.

In real life there is no such person as the average man.