No one has time any more for anyone else.
Don't judge a book by its cover.
We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren't happy.
The universe... won't be measured or equated without making man feel bestial and lonely.
Let you alone! That's all very well, but how can I leave myself alone?
The falling parts of a dream fashioned out of warped glass, mirrors, and crystal prisms.
Can't trust people, that's the dirty part.
Better to keep it in the old heads, where no one can see it or suspect it.
Our civilization is flinging itself to pieces. Stand back from the centrifuge.
You always dread the unfamiliar.