Where all pretend to be thinking alike, it's likely that no one is thinking at all.

The consolation of reading biography: Most great men have led lives even more miserable than our own.

My cousin Elroy spent seven years as an IBM taper staring at THINK signs on the walls before he finally got a good idea: He quit.

Proust again: One can only wish that a man with such powers of total recall had led a less tedious life, moved among somewhat livelier circles.

Anarchism is founded on the observation that since few men are wise enough to rule themselves, even fewer are wise enough to rule others.

Government should be weak, amateurish and ridiculous. At present, it fulfills only a third of the role.

A man is not aware of his virtues (if any). Nevertheless, one hopes that they exist.