Being in a minority, even in a minority of one, did not make you mad. There was truth and there was untruth, and if you clung to the truth even against the whole world, you were not mad.

It said what he would have said, if it had been possible for him to set his scattered thoughts in order. It was the product of a mind similar to his own, but enormously more powerful, more systematic, less fear-ridden. The best books, he perceived, are those that tell you what you know already.

Perhaps it is only when people are somewhere near the starvation level that they have anything to sing about.

We of the sinking middle class may sink without further struggles into the working class where we belong, and probably when we get there it will not be so dreadful as we feared, for, after all, we have nothing to lose.

The organizing principal for any culture is War.

To an ordinary human being, love means nothing if it does not mean loving some people more than others.

One can love a child, perhaps, more deeply than one can love another adult, but it is rash to assume that the child feels any love in return.