We divert our attention from disease and death as much as we can; the slaughterhouses are huddled out of sight and never mentioned, so that the world we recognize officially in literature and in society is a poetic fiction far handsomer, cleaner and better than the world that really is.

We must be careful not to confuse data with the abstractions we use to analyse them.

Our normal waking consciousness, rational consciousness as we call it, is but one special type of consciousness, whilst all about it, parted from it by the filmiest of screens, there lie potential forms of consciousness entirely different.

The perfection of rottenness.

It seems the natural thing for us to listen whilst the Europeans talk.

We don't laugh because we're happy - we're happy because we laugh.

The true is the name of whatever proves itself to be good in the way of belief, and good, too, for definite, assignable reasons.