New York: A third-rate Babylon.

Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop.

On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.

The demagogue is one who preaches doctrines he knows to be untrue to men he knows to be idiots.

The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.

Morality is doing what is right, no matter what you are told. Religion is doing what you are told, no matter what is right.

Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.

Democracy is a pathetic belief in the collective wisdom of individual ignorance.

The urge to save humanity is almost always a false front for the urge to rule.

It is inaccurate to say that I hate everything. I am strongly in favor of common sense, common honesty, and common decency. This makes me forever ineligible for public office.

Democracy is also a form of worship. It is the worship of Jackals by Jackasses.

As outsiders looking in, my readers and I must reform how we think so we may open ourselves to new forms of knowledge.

Wherever I have knocked, a door has opened. Wherever I have wandered, a path has appeared.

Cinema has opened a world of possibilities up for me.

Analysis is like a lobotomy. Who wants to have all their edges shaved off?

Capital creates space-time.

By the bye, as I must leave off being young, I find many douceurs in being a sort of chaperon , for I am put on the sofa near the fire and can drink as much wine as I like.

It matters little whether a man be mathematically or philologically or artistically cultivated, so he be but cultivated.

There will always be a spiritual light that beckons to us, giving us the hope of rescue and relief.

None of us can know what tomorrow will hold, because each day has its good and its bad moments.

The only way an Iraqi biological agent would kill you is if it landed on your head.