The sound of tireless voices is the price we pay for the right to hear the music of our own opinions.

Carelessness about our security is dangerous, carelessness about our freedom is also dangerous.

Here, in the dread tribunal of last resort, valor contended against valor. Here brave men struggled and died for the right as God gave them to see the right.

The tragedy of our day is the climate of fear in which we live, and fear breeds repression. Too often sinister threats to the bill of rights, to freedom of the mind, are concealed under the patriotic cloak, of anti-communism.

An editor is someone who separates the wheat from the chaff and then prints the chaff.

Eggheads, unite! You have nothing to lose but your yolks.

The sound of tireless voices is the price we pay for the right to hear the music of our own opinions.