“The language of psychiatry is a monologue of reason about madness.”

Do not ask who I am and do not ask me to remain the same.

I don’t feel that it is necessary to know exactly what I am.

It would be wrong to say that the soul is an illusion or an ideological effect. On the contrary, it exists, it has a reality.

It is the certainty of being punished and not the horrifying spectacle of public punishment that must discourage crime.

You may have killed God beneath the weight of all that you have said; but don’t imagine that, with all that you are saying, you will make a man that will live longer than he.

Schools serve the same social functions as prisons and mental institutions- to define, classify, control, and regulate people.

Death left its old tragic heaven and became the lyrical core of man: his invisible truth, his visible secret.

Nature, keeping only useless secrets, had placed within reach and insight of human beings the things it was necessary for them to know.

People know what they do; frequently they know why they do what they do, but what they don’t know is what they do does.

Knowledge is not for knowing, knowledge is for cutting.

Life itself was only futility, vain words, a squabble of cap and bells.

Madness is the false punishment of a false solution, but by its own virtue, it brings to light the real problem, which can then be truly resolved.

Government is the right disposition of things.

The individual is the product of power.

Everything is dangerous, nothing is innocent.

This knowledge, so inaccessible, so formidable, the Fool, in his innocent idiocy, already possesses.

I think that phrase is the most horrible phrase in the English language – ‘I don’t know.’ It’s terribly embarrassing.

I feed on good soup, not beautiful language.

Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.

At a priesthood meeting… the strongest language in regard to Plural Marriage was used that I ever heard

Mere elegance of language can produce at best but an empty renown.

Language is the biggest barrier to human progress because language is an encyclopedia of ignorance. Old perceptions are frozen into language and force us to look at the world in an old fashioned way.

We have too many high-sounding words, and too few actions that correspond with them.

An author accepting language’s invitation to dance steps onto the floor of his her sensibility-charged consciousness and begins to move instinctively–even if with much dread