The fanatic is incorruptible: if he kills for an idea, he can just as well get himself killed for one; in either case, tyrant or martyr, he is a monster.
The more the data banks record about each one of us, the less we exist.
Historians and archaeologists will one day discover that the ads of our time are the richest and most faithful reflections that any society ever made of its entire range of activities.
American youth attributes much more importance to arriving at driver’s license age than at voting age.
The limit of every pain is an even greater pain.
The printing press was at first mistaken for an engine of immortality by everybody except Shakespeare.
The car has become the carapace, the protective and aggressive shell, of urban and suburban man.
Isn’t history ultimately the result of our fear of boredom?
Certainly ordinary language has no claim to be the last word, if there is such a thing.
So long as man is protected by madness – he functions – and flourishes.