Every complex problem has a simple solution that doesn't work.

Metaphysics is almost always an attempt to prove the incredible by an appeal to the unintelligible.

In the United States, doing good has come to be, like patriotism, a favorite device of persons with something to sell.

Science is unflinchingly deterministic, and it has begun to force its determinism into morals. On some shining tomorrow a psychoanalyst may be put into the box to prove that perjury is simply a compulsion neurosis, like beating time with the foot at a concert or counting the lampposts along the highway.

What fetched me instantly (and thousands of other newcomers with me) was the subtle but unmistakable sense of escape from the United States.

Science, at bottom, is really anti-intellectual. It always distrusts pure reason, and demands the production of objective fact.

The art of writing, like the art of love, runs all the way from a kind of routine hard to distinguish from piling bricks to a kind of frenzy closely related to delirium tremens.