Freedom begins between the ears.

The critics say that Shostakovich's Fourth Symphony has no form. They are wrong; it has the form of Shostakovich's Fourth Symphony.

Proverbs save us the trouble of thinking. What we call folk wisdom is often no more than a kind of expedient stupidity.

There is beauty, heartbreaking beauty, everywhere.

When a man's best friend is his dog, that dog has a problem.

Civilization is a youth with a molotov cocktail in his hand. Culture is the Soviet tank or L.A. cop that guns him down.

Indolence and melancholy: Each generates the other. If one can speak of such feeble passions as generating anything.