“Nature recognizes no equality at any level of it’s order; humanity preaches an all-prevasive equality and freely hands-out unearned “rights” in an attempt to make its doctrine a living reality. In short: humanity is Democratic, nature is Fascist.”

Now that’s a law. Laws made by man are rules reflecting the current status of his moral codes. As he alters and whittles away his morality, casting bits and pieces aside, his codes change to reflect it.

I think when I was two years old in the sandbox. I think I formulated my basic philosophy there, and I haven’t really had to alter it very much ever since

There are a lot of people out there who think that I am their worst enemy, and I don’t even care if these people exist

Peace /n/: A rare state which has only existed when a despot has been fearsome or strong enough to impose it.

Don’t shrink from natures brutal perfection. Take joy in it. Embrace it. Understand it and revel in it.

I’ve been giving interviews for the last 25 or 30 years, more often than not answering the same questions over and over again, ad nauseum

Similarly, only people as misanthropic as myself can be counted on not to have to lie to others, since we have the unique luxury of not caring what sort of opinions others formulate about us.

The image of your head on the end of a stick is a strong incentive toward ‘visualizing world peace’.

Have you ever seen a demonstrable example of equality in your entire life? Can it be glimpsed in any dog show or classroom? In any ping pong game or chess match? Of course not. It is a philosophical abstraction, something nowhere to be found in nature.

Are you living to justify yourself, or are you living because you are justified?

We are not living in a private world of our own.

He was going through one of those moments that you read about in books, when a character reacts in an unexpectedly extreme way to the normal discontents of living.

When Man evolved Pity, he did a queer thing – deprived himself of the power of living life as it is without wishing it to become something different.

One of the few blessings of living in an age of anxiety is that we are forced to become aware of ourselves.

Why was I succeeding? Why was I living my dreams? I wasn’t more deserving than they were. I wasn’t smarter or a better person.

I think tattoos are horrible. It’s like living in a Pucci dress full-time.

Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire – in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?