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

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.

Why is there such a gap between nonspeaking animals and speaking man, when there is no other such gap in nature?

Peace is only better than war when it's not hell too. War being hell makes sense.

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

Maybe there are times when an honest hatred serves us better than love corrupted by sentimentality, meretriciousness, sententiousness, cuteness.

Bad books always lie. They lie most of all about the human condition.