Ours is a terrible religion. The fleets of the world could swim in spacious comfort in the innocent blood it has spilt.

The joy of killing! the joy of seeing killing done - these are traits of the human race at large.

When a library expels a book of mine and leaves an unexpurgated Bible lying around where unprotected youth and age can get hold of it, the deep unconscious irony of it delights me and doesn't anger me.

There are laws to protect the freedom of the press's speech, but none that are worth anything to protect the people from the press

The pause - that impressive silence, that eloquent silence, that geometrically progressive silence which often achieves a desired effect where no combination of words, howsoever felicitous, could accomplish it.

A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval. There is nothing more satisfying than that sense of being completely "at home" in your own skin. When you achieve that as a natural state of "being", then you can finally look beyond yourself and fully contribute all your talents to the world.

But it warn't no time to be sentimentering.