But my poor Saul, there’s no help for you, you’re heading straight for it. What about all those marvelous people we know, aged about fifty or sixty? Well, there are a few of them…marvelous, mature, wise people. Real people, the phrase is, radiating serenity. And how did they get to be that way? Well, we know, don’t we? Every blood one of them’s got a history of emotional crime, oh the sad bleeding corpses that litter the road to maturity of the wise, serene man or woman of fifty-odd! You simply don’t get to be wise, mature, etc., unless you’ve been a raving cannibal for thirty years or so.

Is it progress if a cannibal uses a fork?

Yes, cannibals. People are just cannibals unless they leave each other alone.

You are good for nothing unless you are clever.

Childhood is cannibals and psychotics vomiting in your mouth!

You can't teach an old dog new tricks,

A man who views the world the same at fifty as he did at twenty has wasted thirty years of his life.

When the food runs out, the family reunion is over. It’s cool that out of all my relatives, I’m the only cannibal.

If at age 20 you are not a Communist then you have no heart. If at age 30 you are not a Capitalist then you have no brains.

Whoever is not a misanthrope at forty can never have loved mankind.

You're not free until you've been made captive by / supreme belief.

Anything before you’re thirty-five is new and exciting, and anything after that is proof the world’s going to hell.

"As long as you have not grasped that you have to die to grow, you are a troubled guest on the dark earth".

You must learn to control the filth of your tongue, my son. It will send you to hell.