As I write, there is a craze for what is called psychoanalysis, or the cure of diseases by explaining to the patient what is the matter with him: an excellent plan if you happen to know what is the matter with him, especially when the explanation is that there is nothing the matter with him.

There was only one virtue, pugnacity; only one vice, pacifism. That is an essential condition of war.

I object to publishers: the one service they have done me is to teach me to do without them. They combine commercial rascality with artistic touchiness and pettishness, without being either good business men or fine judges of literature.

When the world goes mad, one must accept madness as sanity; since sanity is, in the last analysis, nothing but the madness on which the whole world happens to agree.

There is nothing more dangerous than the conscience of a bigot.

All roads end at the grave, which is the gate to nothingness.

There are two things necessary to Salvation.... Money and gunpowder.