The American language is in a state of flux based upon survival of the unfittest.

There is immunity in reading, immunity in formal society, in office routine, in the company of old friends and in the giving of officious help to strangers, but there is no sanctuary in one bed from the memory of another. The past with its anguish will break through every defense-line of custom and habit; we must sleep and therefore we must dream.

Civilization is maintained by a very few people in a small number of places and we need only some bombs and a few prisons to blot it out altogether.

The more I see of life the more I perceive that only through solitary communion with nature can one gain an idea of its richness and meaning.

Everyone has the right to express an opinion. No one has the right to be listened to.

Everything is a dangerous drug except reality which is unendurable.

In my religion all believers would stop work at sundown and have a drink together.