H. L. Mencken told me once that he answered all his mail, pleasant and unpleasant, with just one line, 'You may be right.' That's the way I feel now. It is in the realm of possibility, just barely, that I could be the one who's wrong.

Censorship, like charity, should begin at home, but, unlike charity, it should end there.

I refuse the compliment that I think like a man, thought has no sex, one either thinks or one does not.

Communism is the opiate of the intellectuals.

Nature abhors a vacuum, even in the heads of statesmen.

Thoughts have no sex.

No woman has ever so comforted the distressed or distressed the comfortable. on Eleanor Roosevelt.