Jews wait for the Lord, Protestants sing hymns to him, Catholics say mass and eat him.

The present age is demented. It is possessed by a sense of dislocation, a loss of personal identity, an alternating sentimentality and rage which, in an individual patient, could be characterized as dementia.

Classes? Categories? Was that what we had come to?

I couldn't stand it. I still can't stand it. I can't stand the way things are. I cannot tolerate this age.

Whenever I feel bad, I go to the library and read controversial periodicals. Though I do not know whether I am a liberal or a conservative, I am nevertheless enlivened by the hatred which one bears the other. In fact, this hatred strikes me as one of the few signs of life remaining in the world.

To become aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something.

In this world, goodness is destined to be defeated.