Thanks to their decreased brainpower, people aren't diverted from the main business of life by the hobgoblins of opinion anymore.

I would have been dead if it weren't for that great gift to civilization from the Chemistry Department of Harvard, which was napalm, or sticky jellied gasoline.

I do not say that children at war do not die like men, if they have to die. To their everlasting honor and our everlasting shame, they do die like men, thus making possible the manly jubilation of patriotic holidays. But they are murdered children all the same.

the late twentieth century will go down in history, i'm sure, as an era of pharmaceutical buffoonery.

Think of what a paradise this world would be if men were kind and wise.

To the as-yet-unborn, to all innocent wisps of undifferentiated nothingness: Watch out for life.

The arts are not a way to make a living.