In a world where everything is ridiculous, nothing can be ridiculed. You cannot unmask a mask.

It's not that we don't have enough scoundrels to curse; it's that we don't have enough good men to curse them.

Life is serious all the time, but living cannot be. You may have all the solemnity you wish in your neckties, but in anything important (such as sex, death, and religion), you must have mirth or you will have madness.

The whole order of things is as outrageous as any miracle which could presume to violate it.

There is nothing harder to learn than painting and nothing which most people take less trouble about learning.

In every serious doctrine of the destiny of men, there is some trace of the doctrine of the equality of men. But the capitalist really depends on some religion of inequality. The capitalist must somehow distinguish himself from human kind; he must be obviously above it or he would be obviously below it.

No sane person, I hope, would accuse me of saying that every Distributist must drink beer; especially if he could brew his own cider or found claret better for his health. But I do most emphatically scorn and scout the vulgar refinement that regards beer as something unseemly and humiliating. And I would shout the name of beer a hundred times a day, to shock all the snobs who have so shameful a sense of shame.