I am filled with hatred for money, for battleships, for industry, for factories, for the grind, grind, grind of the machine on all our creative instincts.

There is no instinct that has been so maligned, suppressed, abused, and distorted by religious teaching as the instinct of sex.

Humanity will ever seek but never attain perfection. Let us at least survive and go on trying.

We have heeded no wisdom offering guidance.

Animals we are, and animals we remain, and the path to our regeneration and happiness, if there be such a path, lies through our animal nature.

Industrial societies can only be run successfully by dictators or oligarchs.

Comfort is bought at too high a price.