America Is A Lunatic Asylum.

In Case I Conk Out, This Is Provisionally What I Have To Do: I Must Clarify Obscurities; I Must Make Clearer Definite Ideas Or Dissociations. I Must Find A Verbal Formula To Combat The Rise Of Brutality--the Principle Of Order Versus The Split Atom.

A Slave Is One Who Waits For Someone To Come And Free Him.

Religion I Have Defined As "another Of Those Numerous Failures Resulting From An Attempt To Popularize Art".

What Matters Most Is Not The Idea, But The Capacity To Believe In It Completely.

If The Individual, Or Heretic, Gets Hold Of Some Essential Truth, Or Sees Some Error In The System Being Practiced, He Commits So Many Marginal Errors Himself That He Is Worn Out Before He Can Establish His Point.