God is love? Not bloody likely.

Platitude: a statement that denies by implication what it explicitly affirms.

High technology has done us one great service: It has retaught us the delight of performing simple and primordial tasks - chopping wood, building a fire, drawing water from a spring

Anyone not paranoid in this world must be crazy. . . . Speaking of paranoia, it's true that I do not know exactly who my enemies are. But that of course is exactly why I'm paranoid.

I despise my own nation most. Because I know it best. Because I still love it, suffering from Hope. For me, that's patrotism.

The most striking thing about the rich is the gracious democracy of their manners -- and the crude vulgarity of their way of life.

What is truth? I don't know and I'm sorry I brought it up.