Words can be like X-rays, if you use them properly-they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced.
We are not our own any more than what we possess is our own. We did not make ourselves, we cannot be supreme over ourselves. We are not our own masters.
There was a thing called Heaven; but all the same they used to drink enormous quantities of alcohol.
That is the secret of happiness and virtue-liking what you’ve got to do. All conditioning aims at that: making people like their unescapable social destiny.
Our civilization has chosen machinery and medicine and happiness. That’s why I have to keep these books locked up in the safe.