There are worse crimes than burning books. One of them is not reading them.
The surest defense against Evil is extreme individualism, originality of thinking, whimsicality, even—if you will—eccentricity.
For darkness restores what light cannot repair.
Life—the way it really is—is a battle not between good and bad, but between bad and worse.
The fact that we are living does not mean we are not sick.
What concerns me is that man, unable to articulate, to express himself adequately, reverts to action. Since the vocabulary of action is limited, as it were, to his body, he is bound to act violently, extending his vocabulary with a weapon where there should have been an adjective.
When hit by boredom, let yourself be crushed by it; submerge, hit bottom. In general, with things unpleasant, the rule is: The sooner you hit bottom, the faster you surface. The idea here is to exact a full look at the worst. The reason boredom deserves such scrutiny is that it represents pure, undiluted time in all its repetitive, redundant, monotonous splendor.
Boredom is your window on the properties of time that one tends to ignore to the likely peril of one's mental equilibrium. It is your window on time's infinity. Once this window opens, don't try to shut it; on the contrary, throw it wide open.