Man was created to complete the horse.

Life is too tragic for sadness: Let us rejoice.

Places: a cold, bleak, lonely day on the rim at Muley Point, Utah. And the heart-cracking loveliness of the blood-smeared, bitter, incomprehensible slaughterhouse of a world.

I know my own nation best. That's why I despise it the most. And know and love my own people, too, the swine. I'm a patriot. A dangerous man.

Any hack can safely rail away at foreign powers beyond the sea; but a good writer is a critic of the society he lives in.

Suicide: Don't knock it if you ain't tried it.

The rich are not very nice. That's why they're rich.