From men motivated by moral certitude, history teaches, no lasting good ever comes.

They're trying to kill me," Yossarian told him calmly. No one's trying to kill you," Clevinger cried. Then why are they shooting at me?" Yossarian asked. They're shooting at everyone," Clevinger answered. "They're trying to kill everyone." And what difference does that make?

... there is wisdom in madness and strong probability of truth in all accusations, for people are complete, and everyone is capable of everything.

He was never without misery, and never without hope.

I wouldn't want to live without strong misgivings.

Just for once I'd like to see all these things sort of straightened out, with each person getting exactly what he deserves. It might give me some confidence in this universe.

She was the epitome of stately sorrow each time she smiled.