The mind has transformed the world, and the world is repaying it with interest. It has led man where he had no idea how to go.

It is a law of nature that we defend ourselves from one affection only by means of another.

Latent in every man is a venom of amazing bitterness, a black resentment; something that curses and loathes life, a feeling of being trapped, of having trusted and been fooled, of being helpless prey to impotent rage, blind surrender, the victim of a savage, ruthless power that gives and takes away, enlists a man, drops him, promises and betrays, and -crowning injury- inflicts on him the humiliation of feeling sorry for himself.

Books have the same enemies as people: fire, humidity, animals, weather, and their own content.

A man's true secrets are more secret to himself than they are to others.

Man is only man at the surface. Remove the skin, dissect, and immediately you come to machinery.

A man is infinitely more complicated than his thoughts.