In certain kinds of writing, particularly in art criticism and literary criticism, it is normal to come across long passages which are almost completely lacking in meaning.

And yet, just for a moment, what almost frightening power had sounded in that cry from only a few hundred throats! Why was it that they could never shout like that about anything that mattered?

A human being is primarily a bag for putting food into.

it was only a hopeless fantasy, it passed like an april day, but a look and a word and the dreams they stirred they have stolen my heart away.

I doubt whether classical education ever has been or can be successfully carried out without corporal punishment.

As I write, highly civilized human beings are flying overhead, trying to kill me.

Freedom is the right to tell others what they don't want to hear.