You make yourself sick.

To know the human heart you must make yourself defenseless to Love.

Whatever you may be sure of, be sure of this, that you are dreadfully like other people.

The worst of all conditions in which a belligerent can find himself is to be utterly defenseless.

Because the world is in a sick condition and we are all somehow infected, against our will, even if we think we are whole in mind and soul and body.

If you don't become the ocean, you'll be seasick every day.

"You're - psychotic. There's something wrong with you."

"I know," Benteley agreed. "I'm a sick man. And the more I see, the sicker I get. I'm so sick I think everybody else is sick and I'm the only healthy person. That's pretty bad off, isn't it?"

Nothing makes you madder than wanting to defend yourself against something you can't even get hold of, something the human race is doing to you, but still there's nobody you can grab by the throat.

The world itself makes you sick of the world.

When you imagine mistakes, there can be no self-defense.

I'm a sick man. And the more I see, the sicker I get. I'm so sick I think everybody else is sick and I'm the only healthy person. That's bad off, isn't it?

In the presence of an overwhelming sincerity on the part of the disinherited, the dominant themselves are caught with no defense [...] They are thrown back upon themselves for their rating.

Clearly, a civilization that feels guilty for everything it is and does will lack the energy and conviction to defend itself.

I'm sick. I've eaten civilisation and I'm sick.