Once I talked to the inmates of an insane asylum in Hartford. I have talked to idiots a thousand times, but only once to the insane.

The first time a student realizes that a little learning is a dangerous thing is when he brings home a poor report card.

Germany, the diseased world's bathhouse.

As one boy said, 'I was thinking all these horrible thoughts about my parents when suddenly it hit me-if they're all that bad, how come I'm so wonderful'

It now seems plain to me that that theory ought to be vacated in favor of a new and truer one...the Descent of Man from the Higher Animals.

We regret the things we don't do more than the things we do.

The way it is now, the asylums can hold the sane people, but if we tried to shut up the insane we should run out of building materials.