It amazes me that organs that piss Can give human beings such perfect bliss.

Since I no longer expect anything from mankind except madness, meanness, and mendacity; egotism, cowardice, and self-delusion, I have stopped being a misanthrope.

When you argue with your inferiors, you convince them of only one thing: they are as clever as you.

Only the tiniest fracton of mankind want freedom. All the rest want someone to tell them theyare free.

We love in another's soul whatever of ourselves we can deposit in it; the greater the deposit, the greater the love

I have stopped being a misanthrope.

God is indeed dead. He died of self-horror when He saw the creature He had made in His own image.

A Canadian is someone who keeps asking the question, 'What is a Canadian?

Canadians look down on the United States and consider it Hell. They are right to do so. Canada is to the United States what, in Dante's scheme, Limbo is to Hell

I am a genius who has written poems that will survive with the best of Shakespeare, Wordsworth and Keats

A political leader worthy of assassination

In winter the very ground seemed to reach up and grab the elderly, yanking them to earth as though hungry for them.

[The Americans] believe in the idea that a child shouldn't be consigned to poverty just because of circumstances of their birth.

I think explicit love scenes are a turn off unless it's the kind you read with one hand.

We commonly see problems in adults that had been present since childhood but which take a toll on the heart over time.

This is the age in which thin and theoretic minorities can cover and conquer unconscious and untheoretic majorities.

We need to attend diligently to the state of our soul, and to deal fervently and effectively with God about it.

In the '50s Morris Louis and I were not known, David Smith and Helen Frankenthaler were not much known.

I think there is a human instinct to tell stories, no matter who you are or where you live.

But I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure at all. How did I know that someday―at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere―the bell jar, with its stifling distortions, wouldn't descend again?

Just speed, raw speed, blinding speed, too much speed.