There is probably nothing more sublime than discontent transmuted into a work of art, a scientific discovery, and so on.

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."

If the Communists win Europe and a large part of the world, it will not be because they know how to stir up discontent or how to infect people with hatred, but because they know how to preach hope.

A man by himself is in bad company.

The weakness of a soul is proportionate to the number of truths that must be kept from it.

Power corrupts the few, while weakness corrupts the many.

Self-righteousness is a loud din raised to drown the voice of guilt within us.