Chaos is a name for any order that produces confusion in our minds.

The world is not to be put in order. The world is order. It is for us to put ourselves in unison with this order.

Chaos is found in greatest abundance wherever order is being sought. It always defeats order, because it is better organized.

Chaos was the law of nature; Order was the dream of man.

Chaos is where we are when we don’t know where we are, and what we are doing when we don’t know what we are doing. It is, in short, all those things and situations we neither know nor understand.

if management is the problem, chaos is the answer.

There is no salvation in becoming adapted to a world which is crazy

We require routine and tradition. That’s order. Order can become excessive, and that’s not good, but chaos can swamp us, so we drown — and that is also not good. We need to stay on the straight and narrow path.

There seems to be a kind of order in the universe…in the movement of the stars and the turning of the Earth and the changing of the seasons. But human life is almost pure chaos. Everyone takes his stance, asserts his own right and feelings, mistaking the motives of others, and his own.

The world is full of contradictions; hence your search for harmony and peace. These you cannot find in the world, for the world is the child of chaos. To find order you must search within.

This is not anarchy, Eve. This is chaos.

And gradually it dawned on him, if a dawning can take place in total blackens, that his life had consisted of a run of rehearsals for a play he had failed to take part in. And that what he needed to do from now on, if there was going to be a now on, was abandon his morbid quest for order, and treat himself to a little chaos, on the grounds that while order was demonstrably no substitute for happiness, chaos might open the way to it.

To live in chaos was to live in a prison. Order freed the mind for other things.

In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.