So long as men worship the Caesars and Napoleons, Caesars and Napoleons will duly arise and make them miserable.

Given the nature of spiders, webs are inevitable. And given the nature of human beings, so are religions. Spiders can't help making fly-traps, and men can't help making symbols. That's what the human brain is there for - the turn the chaos of given experience into a set of manageable symbols.

Words, words, words! They shut one off from the universe. Three quarters of the time one's never in contact with things, only with the beastly words that stand for them.

Hell isn't merely paved with good intentions; it's walled and roofed with them. Yes, and furnished too.

Both of us victims of the same twentieth-century plague. Not the Black Death, this time; the Gray Life.

Can you say something about nothing?

I am I, and I wish I weren't.