His words span rivers and mountains, but his thoughts are still only six inches long.

There is a decivilizing bug somewhere at work; unconsciously persons of stern worth, by not resenting and resisting the small indignities of the times, are preparing themselves for the eventual acceptance of what they themselves know they don't want.

Democracy is a request from a War Board, in the middle of a morning in the middle of a war, wanting to know what democracy is.

After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die.

From morning till night, sounds drift from the kitchen, most of them familiar and comforting. . . . On days when warmth is the most important need of the human heart, the kitchen is the place you can find it; it dries the wet sock, it cools the hot little brain.

We stand or fall by television.

It is quite possible that an animal has spoken to me and that I didn't catch the remark because I wasn't paying attention.