It is the weak and confused who worship the pseudosimplicities of brutal directness.

I expect to see the coming decades transform the planet into an art form; the new man, linked in a cosmic harmony that transcends time and space, will sensuously caress and mold and pattern every facet of the terrestrial artifact as if it were a work of art, and man himself will become an organic art form.

Language is a form of organized stutter.

The literate man is a sucker for propaganda...You cannot propagandize a native. You can sell him rum and trinkets, but you cannot sell him ideas.

Character no longer is shaped by only two earnest, fumbling experts. Now all the world's a sage.

Food for the mind is like food for the body: the inputs are never the same as the outputs.

Our motor car is our supreme form of privacy when we are away from home.