A party is like a sausage machine$$$ it grinds up all sorts of heads together into the same baloney.

Being cared for when one is dead is less satisfactory than being cared for when one is alive.

Well$$$ I'd rather be unhappy than have the sort of false$$$ lying happiness you were having here.

Defined in psychological terms$$$ a fanatic is a man who consciously overcompensates a secret doubt.

Thought must be divided against itself before it can come to any knowledge of itself.

I don't care where I'm from. Nor where I'm going. From hell to hell.

Give us this day our daily Faith$$$ but deliver us$$$ dear God$$$ from Belief.

But that's the price we have to pay for stability. You've got to choose between happiness and what people used to call high art. We've sacrificed the high art.

Impulse arrested spills over$$$ and the flood is feeling$$$ the flood is passion$$$ the flood is even madness: it depends on the force of the current$$$ the height and strength of the barrier. The unchecked stream flows smoothly down its appointed channels into a calm well being.

We shall be permitted to live on this planet only for as long as we treat all nature with compassion and intelligence.