Here there is no hope, and consequently no duty, no work, nothing to be gained by praying, nothing to be lost by doing what you like. Hell, in short, is a place where you have nothing to do but amuse yourself.

The real Brahms is nothing more than a sentimental voluptuary. rather tiresomely addicted to dressing himself up as Handel or Beethoven and making a prolonged and intolerable noise.

A part of eugenic politics would finally land us in an extensive use of the lethal chamber. A great many people would have to be put out of existence simply because it wastes other people's time to look after them.

Remember that I too am mortal.

You see things and you say, 'Why?'. But I dream things and I say, 'Why not?'.

I like a state of continual becoming, with a goal in front and not behind.

I don't know if there are men on the moon, but if there are they must be using the earth as their lunatic asylum