Happiness, like health, is probably also only a passing accident. For a moment or two the organism is irritated so little that it is not conscious of it; for the duration of that moment it is happy. Thus a hog is always happier than a man, and a bacillus is happier than a hog

Every man is his own hell.

People constantly speak of 'the government' doing this or that, as they might speak of God doing it. But the government is really nothing but a group of men, and usually they are very inferior men. They may have some better man working for them, but they themselves are seldom worthy of any respect.

The formula of the argument is simple and familiar: to dispose of a problem all that is necessary is to deny that it exists.

Men are the only animals that devote themselves, day in and day out, to making one another unhappy. It is an art like any other. Its virtuosi are called altruists.

I'm thoroughly convinced that editors don't help authors.

The central belief of every moron is that he is the victim of a mysterious conspiracy against his common rights and true deserts.