If everyone lives roughly the same lies about the same thing, there is no one to call them liars. They jointly establish their own sanity and themselves normal.

People create the reality they need in order to discover themselves

War is a sociological safety valve that cleverly diverts popular hatred for the ruling classes into a happy occasion to mutilate or kill foreign enemies.

The road to creativity passes so close to the madhouse and often detours or ends there.

The artist takes in the world, but instead of being oppressed by it, he reworks it in his own personality and recreates it in the work of art.

What man really fears is not so much extinction, but extinction with insignificance.

Man's natural and inevitable urge to deny mortality and achieve a heroic self-image are the root causes of human evil.

Ecological devastation is the excrement, so to speak, of man's power worship.

Horror alone brings peace of mind.

Each society is a hero system which promises victory over evil and death.

It is fateful and ironic how the lie we need in order to live dooms us to a life that is never really ours.

To remain neutral in a situation where the laws of the land virtually criticized God for having created men of color was the sort of thing I could not, as a Christian, tolerate.

The investment game always involves considering both quality and price, and the trick is to get more quality than you pay for in price. It's just that simple.

For some, healing is too much to bear, and they hand it back, exchanging it for the fear they are accustomed to.

Not only can color, which is under fixed laws, be taught like music, but it is easier to learn than drawing, whose elaborate principles cannot be taught.

Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,- Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies: They fall successive, and successive rise.

You can still die when the sun is shining.

There exists no more democratic institution than the market

Fake it, fake your confidence until it's real. I think it's a good way to live most of your life.

To hike out alone in the desert; to sleep on the valley floor on a night with no moon, in the pitch black, just listening to the boom of silence: you can't imagine what that's like.

You see, nature will do exactly what it must, and if we are a hindrance to its development, to even its destructive powers to reform itself and we are in a way, we will go.