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

You live in a deranged age, more deranged than usual because in spite of great scientific and technological advances, man has not the faintest idea of who he is or what he is doing.

A repetition is the re-enactment of past experience toward the end of isolating the time segment which has lapsed in order that it, the lapsed time, can be savored of itself and without the usual adulteration of events that clog time like peanuts in brittle.

The so-called sexual revolution is not, as advertised, a liberation of sexual behavior but rather its reversal. In former days, even under Victoria, sexual intercourse was the natural end and culmination of heterosexual relations. Now one begins with genital overtures instead of a handshake, then waits to see what will turn up (e.g., might become friends later). Like dogs greeting each other nose to tail and tail to nose.

If I had the choice of knowing the truth or searching for the truth, I'd take the search.

In a word, the consumer of mass culture is lonely, not only lonely, but spiritually impoverished.

You can get all A's and still flunk life.