Only a fool is astonished by the foolishness of mankind.
The ever-rising cost of living: Someday soon, the corporate technicians will be locking meters on our noses and charging us a royalty on the air we breathe.
As a confirmed melancholic, I can testify that the best and maybe only antidote for melancholia is action. However, like most melancholics, I suffer also from sloth.
Proverbs save us the trouble of thinking. What we call folk wisdom is often no more than a kind of expedient stupidity.
Those who fear death most are those who enjoy life least.
Paradise for a happy man lies in his own good nature.
When a man must be afraid to drink freely from his country’s river and streams that country is no longer fit to live in.
My own ambition, my deepest and truest ambition, is to find within myself someday, somehow, the ability to do likewise, to do NOTHING – and find it enough.
I know my own nation best. That’s why I despise it the most. And know and love my own people, too, the swine. I’m a patriot. A dangerous man.
A drink a day keeps the shrink away.
The tragedy of modern war is that the young men die fighting each other – instead of their real enemies back home in the capitals.
No man is wise enough to be another man’s master. Each man’s as good as the next – if not a damn sight better.
Wilderness and motors are incompatible and the former can best be experienced, understood and enjoyed when the machines are left behind where they belong – on the superhighways and in the parking lots, on the reservoirs and in the marinas.
In the modern technoindustrial culture, it is possible to proceed from infancy into senility without ever knowing manhood.
Love implies anger. The man who is angered by nothing cares about nothing.
Recorded history is largely an account of the crimes and disasters committed by banal little men at the levers of imperial machines.
I stand for what I stand on.
Anarchism is founded on the observation that since few men are wise enough to rule themselves, even fewer are wise enough to rule others.
You can’t study the darkness by flooding it with light.
All governments need enemies. How else to justify their existence?