Every significant artist is a metaphysician, a propounder of beauty-truths and form-theories.

Being cared for when one is dead is less satisfactory than being cared for when one is alive.

The quality of moral behavior varies in inverse ratio to the number of human beings involved.

...most men and women will grow up to love their servitude and will never dream of revolution.

The lunatic fringe is more like a Spanish shawl, where the fringe makes up the entire garment.

People travel for the same reason as they collect works of art: because the best people do it.

Hell is the incapacity to be other than the creature one finds oneself ordinarily behaving as.

...two thirds of all sorrow is homemade and, so far as the universe is concerned, unnecessary.

What’s the point of truth or beauty or knowledge when anthrax bombs are popping all around you?

In a few years, no doubt, marriage licences will be sold like dog licences, good for 12 months.

You all remember, I suppose, that beautiful and inspired saying of Our Ford's: History is bunk.

Somewhere in the rain, there will always be an abandoned dog that prevents you from being happy.

There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.

Assembled in a crowd, people lose their powers of reasoning and their capacity for moral choice.

Family, monogamy, romance. Everywhere exclusiveness, a narrow channelling of impulse and energy.

Most kings and priests have been despotic, and all religions have been riddled with superstition.

The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline towards the religion of solitude.

The vast majority of human beings are not interested in reason or satisfied with what it teaches.

Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery.

which is better - to be born stupid into an intelligent society or intelligent into an insane one?

There's only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that's your own self.

The ductless glands secrete among other things our moods, our aspirations, our philosophy of life.

Back to culture. Yes, actually to culture. You can’t consume much if you sit still and read books.

An ideal is merely the projection, on an enormously enlarged scale, of some aspect of personality.

Pageantry is a visionary art which has been used, from time immemorial, as a political instrument.

...it is not what one has experienced but what one does with what one has experienced that matters.

Cynical realism is the intelligent man's best excuse for doing nothing in an intolerable situation.

Defined in psychological terms, a fanatic is a man who consciously over-compensates a secret doubt.

Those who believe that they are exclusively in the right are generally those who achieve something.

It’s embarrassing to tell you this, but it seems to come down mostly to just learning to be kinder.

Happiness is like coke — something you get as a by-product in the process of making something else.

On no account brood over your wrongdoing. Rolling in the muck is not the best way of getting clean.

Good is a product of the ethical and spiritual artistry of individuals; it cannot be mass-produced.

It is natural to believe in God when you're alone-- quite alone, in the night, thinking about death.

War is often described as a law of nature-this is not true: Among the lower animals, war is unknown.

There was a thing called Heaven; but all the same they used to drink enormous quantities of alcohol.

Nonsense is an assertion of man's spiritual freedom in spite of all the oppressions of circumstance.

Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are dead.

Reality, no matter how utopian, seems to be something people need to frequently take a holiday from.

Every idol, however exalted, turns out, in the long run, to be a Moloch, hungry for human sacrifice.

Dedicated to all those who say: "I don't have time for analytics" or "I don't understand analytics".

All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours.

Since Mozart's day composers have learned the art of making music throatily and palpitatingly sexual.

The optimum population is modeled on the iceberg- eight-ninths below the water line, one-ninth above.

A bad book is as much of a labor to write as a good one, it comes as sincerely from the author's soul.

It isn't a matter of forgetting. What one has to learn is how to remember and yet be free of the past.

Armaments, universal debt and planned obsolescence - those are the three pillars of Western prosperity.

Hell isn't merely paved with good intentions; it's walled and roofed with them. Yes, and furnished too.

Both of us victims of the same twentieth-century plague. Not the Black Death, this time; the Gray Life.

Did you eat something that didn't agree with you?" asked Bernard. The Savage nodded "I ate civilization.

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