Utter originality is, of course, out of the question.

The sum of human wisdom is not contained in any one language.

Great literature is simply language charged with meaning to the utmost possible degree.

The only chance for victory over the brainwash is the right of every man to have his ideas judged one at a time. You never get clarity as long as you have these packaged words, as long as a word is used by twenty-five people in twenty-five different ways. That seems to me to be the first fight, if there is going to be any intellect left.

I could I trust starve like a gentleman. It's listed as part of the poetic training, you know.

Real education must ultimately be limited to men who insist on knowing, the rest is mere sheep-herding.

I should consent to breed under pressure, if I were convinced in any way of the reasonableness of reproducing the species. But my nerves and the nerves of any woman I could live with three months, would produce only a victim... lacking in impulse, a mere bundle of discriminations. If I were wealthy I might subsidize a stud of young peasants, or a tribal group in Tahiti.