Non-conformism is the major, perhaps the only, sin of our time.

Adjustment, that synonym for conformity that comes more easily to the modern tongue, is the theme of our swan song, the piper's tune to which we dance on the brink of the abyss, the siren's melody that destroys our senses and paralyzes our wills.

Authority has every reason to fear the skeptic, for authority can rarely survive in the face of doubt.

It is characteristic of all movements and crusades that the psychopathic element rises to the top.

We should not wonder at the success of communism, for so much of its success is rather that of religion.

Conformity, humility, acceptance-with these coins we are to pay our fares to paradise.

How protean are the devices available to human intelligence when it lends itself to the persistence of the conformist error.

In the crowd, herd, or gang, it is a mass-mind that operates-which is to say, a mind without subtlety, a mind without compassion, a mind, finally, uncivilized.

It is in solitude that the works of hand, heart and mind are always conceived, and in solitude that individuality must be affirmed.