Everyone cares less for the lives of millions of strangers than the life of his own dog; the modern derangement is to feel guilty about it.
We all come into this world with our little egos equipped with individual horns. If we don’t blow them, who will?
The paean to independence of mind is the infallible sign of the crackpot.
An abrasive personality may profit a thinker; it certifies for his followers that they care for the ideas and nothing else.
We don’t spend all of our time advertising for ourselves; sometimes we advertise for our tribe, and once in a while for the qualities that we imagine we possess.
It’s so weird that there are people who do not have my exact tastes and interests.
Thought-criminals, like regular ones, would escape punishment more often if they could manage not to boast of their exploits.
To imagine oneself rejected on the basis of race, sex, or creed must be a great comfort, pushing away, as it does, the idea of more personal rejection.
If you want to know what most people’s inner lives are like, imagine the Old Testament, but starring you instead of the Jews.
Curing delusion has become, for psychiatry, a simple matter of demanding that the world see the subject as he sees himself.
Once it was fashionable to be fat, to show that you got enough to eat; and then it became fashionable to be thin, to distinguish yourself from the ostentatiously fat. This is the complete history of taste.