In March of 1933 we witnessed a revolution in manner, in mores, in the definition of government. What before had been black or white sprang alive with color.

Communism which feeds on aggression, hatred, and the imprisonment of men's minds and souls shall not take root in the United States.

My grandfather, in 1848, had fled from Germany to find political freedom in the United States.

Roosevelt's humor was broad, his manner friendly. Of wit there was little; of philosophy, none. What did he possess? Intuition, inspiration, love of adventure.

The studied, unquestioning pace of my family irritated me.

The panic of the Depression loosened my inhibitions against being different. I could be myself.

If 6,000,000 cattle had been slaughtered, there would have been more interest. A way would have been found.