Power is always dangerous. Power attracts the worst and corrupts the best.
Charity should be spontaneous. Calculated altruism is an affront.
A house built on greed cannot long endure.
Growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of the cancer cell.
The greater your dreams, the more terrible your nightmares.
There’s nothing so obscene and depressing as an American Christmas.
Wilderness. The word itself is music.
When a man’s best friend is his dog, that dog has a problem.
God is love? Not bloody likely.
There is science, logic, reason; there is thought verified by experience. And then there is California.
Where all think alike there is little danger of innovation.
Only the half-mad are wholly alive.
Truth is merely common sense, say the naive realist. Really? Then where, precisely, is the location of – a rainbow? In the air? In the eye? In between? Or somewhere else?
Government should be weak, amateurish and ridiculous. At present, it fulfills only a third of the role.
As war and government prove, insanity is the most contagious of diseases.
The ideal society can be described, quite simply, as that in which no man has the power of means to coerce others.
I would never betray a friend to serve a cause. Never reject a friend to help an institution. Great nations may fall in ruin before I would sell a friend to save them.
What ideal, immutable Platonic cloud could equal the beauty and perfection of any ordinary everyday cloud floating over, say, Tuba City, Arizona, on a hot day in June?
No tyranny is so irksome as petty tyranny: the officious demands of policemen, government clerks, and electromechanical gadgets.
An empty man is full of himself.