Unhappy people are dangerous.

Neurotics, who cause less distress to themselves and their neighbours than those in the other category, are at war with their own natures. Their right hands are in conflict with their left. Psychotics, and it is those who commit purposeless crimes and prefer death to life, are at war with their environment. Right and left hands strike against the womb that carries them.

Now different races and nationalities cherish different ideals of society that stink in each other's nostrils with an offensiveness beyond the power of any but the most monstrous private deed.

You must always believe that life is as extraordinary as music says it is.

Humanity is never more sphinxlike than when it is expressing itself.

The mind is its own enemy, that fights itself with the innumerable pliant and ineluctable arms of the octopus.

All disgrace smells alike. Differences in ruin are only matters of degree.