Safety razors make it hard to grow beards in America: America would be a better place if there were a few bearded, savage, terrible old men.

Henceforward, I shout to the heavens, I shall deliver no more lectures on behalf of good causes: I am the good cause that denies the need for such lectures. Avaunt, importuning world! Back to my cell.

War is the supreme drama of a completely mechanized society.

Humor is our way of defending ourselves from life's absurdities by thinking absurdly about them.

What was once called the objective world is a sort of Rorschach ink blot, into which each culture, each system of science and religion, each type of personality, reads a meaning only remotely derived from the shape and color of the blot itself

Utopias rest on the fallacy that perfection is a legitimate goal of human existence.

The cycle of the machine is now coming to an end. Man has learned much in the hard discipline and the shrewd, unflinching grasp of practical possibilities that the machine has provided in the last three centuries: but we can no more continue to live in the world of the machine than we could live successfully on the barren surface of the moon.