Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before.

You'll forget it when you're dead, and so will I. When I'm dead, I'm going to forget everything–and I advise you to do the same.

Maturity, the way I understand it, is knowing what your limitations are.

When a man becomes a writer, I think he takes on a sacred obligation to produce beauty and enlighenment and comfort at top speed

Americans... are forever searching for love in forms it never takes, in places it can never be. It must have something to do with the vanished frontier.

She was a fool, and so am I, and so is anyone who thinks he sees what God is Doing, [writes Bokonon].

The mountebank told them that God was surely trying to kill them, possibly because He was through with them, and that they should have the good manners to die. This, as you can see, they did.

Nothing is generous. New knowledge is a valuable commodity. The more truth we have to work with, the richer we are.

Mister, when I see my first lady angel, if God ever sees fit to show me one, it’ll be her wings not her face that’ll make my mouth fall open. I’ve already seen the prettiest face that ever could be.

She turned to examine Dr. Breed, looking at him with helpless reproach. She hated people who thought too much. At that moment, she struck me as an appropriate representative for almost all mankind.

The brainless serenity of charwomen and janitors working late at night came over us. In a messy world we were at least making our little corner clean.

Do I dare Disturb the universe?

Even if you are completely busy at work, you should still have a constant ministry in the church

I tweet in the morning and the evening. To write 12 hours a day, there is a moment when you're really tired. It's my relaxing time.

But I enjoy the opportunity to use swear symbols.

One quarter of what you buy will turn out to be mistakes.

The key is to make it.

This here song might offend some, if it does it's because your dumb.

If I could just stay alive for a week, I’d know the unwritten secrets of Anna’s mom and the Dutch Tulip Guy.

Capitalism inevitably and by virtue of the very logic of its civilization creates, educates and subsidizes a vested interest in social unrest.

We often feel sad in the presence of music without words; and often more than that in the presence of music without music.