The chemistry of dissatisfaction is as the chemistry of some marvelously potent tar. In it are the building stones of explosives, stimulants, poisons, opiates, perfumes and stenches.

Unless a man has talents to make something of himself, freedom is an irksome burden. Of what avail is freedom to choose if the self be ineffectual? We join a mass movement to escape individual responsibility, or, in the words of the ardent young Nazi, "to be free from freedom."

A nation without dregs and malcontents is orderly, peaceful and pleasant, but perhaps without the seed of things to come.

Never have the young taken themselves so seriously, and the calamity is that they are listened to and deferred to by so many adults.

We probably have a greater love for those we support than for those who support us. Our vanity carries more weight than our self-interest.

Take away hatred from some people, and you have men without faith.

Far more crucial than what we know or do not know is what we do not want to know.