If, therefore, nonsense is really to be the literature of the future, it must have its own version of the Cosmos to offer; the world must not only be tragic, romantic, and religious, it must be nonsensical also.

Progress is a comparative of which we have not settled the superlative.

They say travel broadens the mind, but you must have the mind.

We ought to be interested in that darkest and most real part of a man in which dwell not the vices that he does not display, but the virtues that he cannot.

There is no logical connection between flying and laying eggs.

Oh, most unhappy man,' he cried, 'try to be happy! You have red hair like your sister.' My red hair, like red flames, shall burn up the world,' said Gregory.

When we really worship anything, we love not only its clearness but its obscurity. We exult in its very invisibility.