Happiness is a hard master—particularly other people's happiness. A much harder master, if one isn't conditioned to accept it unquestioningly, than truth.
Mass communication, in a word, is neither good nor bad; it is simply a force and, like any other force, it can be used either well or ill. Used in one way, the press, the radio and the cinema are indispensable to the survival of democracy. Used in another way, they are among the most powerful weapons in the dictator's armory.
You've got to choose between happiness and what people used to call high art. We've sacrificed the high art.
Believe it or not, a normal human being is one who can have an orgasm and is adjusted to his society.
It is a bit embarrassing to have been concerned with the human problem all one's life and find at the end that one has no more to offer by way of advice than 'try to be a little kinder.'
Silence is as full of potential wisdom and wit as the unshown marble of great sculpture.