Emotions are not tools of cognition. They tell you nothing about the nature of reality.

The creator's concern is the conquest of nature. The parasite's concern is the conquest of men.

Have you ever felt the longing for someone you could admire? For something, not to look down at, but up to?

Whenever destroyers appear among men, they start by destroying money, for money is men's protection, and the base of a moral existence.

Why had we let it go? Why had we both been condemned...to an exile among dreary strangers who had made us give up all desire for rest, for friendship, for the sound of human voices? Could I now reclaim a single hour spent talking to my brother, Philip, and give it to Ken Daggart? Who made it our duty to accept, as the only reward for our work, the gray torture of pretending love for those who roused nothing but contempt?

What is a demanding pleasure that demands the use of ones mind! Not in the sense of problem solving, but in the sense of exercising discrimination, judgment, awareness.

Civilization does not have to perish. The brutes are winning only by default.