America has a new delicacy, a coarse, rank refinement.

Why should ANYTHING go right; even observation and deduction? Why should not good logic be as misleading as bad logic? They are both movements in the brain of a bewildered ape?

There are two ways to get enough. One is to continue to accumulate more and more. The other is to desire less.

All the exaggerations are right, if they exaggerate the right thing.

Not only does "orthodox" no longer mean being right, it practically means being wrong.

Exactly what the fairy tale does is this: it accustoms him for a series of clear pictures to the idea that these limitless terrors had a limit, that these shapeless enemies have enemies in the knights of God, that there is something in the universe more mystical than darkness, and stronger than strong fear.

We cannot fling ourselves into the blank future; we can only call up images from the past. This being so, the important principle follows, that how many images we have largely depends on how much past we have.