Scientists' minds may jump around like amorous toads, but they do seem to accept such behavior in one another.

It didn’t make any more sense to me then than it does now, how life can pile troubles up on a man what don’t deserve them, while letting some of the biggest jackasses and scoundrels alive waltz their way through long, untroubled existences.

Imagine, [Kriezler] said, that you enter a large, somewhat crumbling hall that echoes with the sounds of people mumbling and talking repetitively to themselves. All around you these people fall into prostrate positions, some of them weeping. Where are you? Sara’s answer was immediate: in an asylum. Perhaps, Kreizler answered, but you could also be in a church. In the one place the behavior would be considered mad; in the other, not only sane, but as respectable as any human activity can be.

Absolutely nothing brings out the killer instinct in the upper crust of New York Society like a charity function.

Scientists' minds may jump around like amorous toads, but they do seem to accept such behavior in one another.

Warfare against civilians must never be answered in kind. Terror must never be answered with terror.

People would rather be deceived than have the truth cause them anxiety