Sometimes we feel the loss of a prejudice as a loss of vigor.

The misery of a child is interesting to a mother, the misery of a young man is interesting to a young woman, the misery of an old man is interesting to nobody.

Rudeness is a weak imitation of strength.

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."

There is a guilty conscience behind every brazen word and act and behind every manifestation of self-righteousness.

To the old, the new is usually bad news.

The savior who wants to turn men into angels is as much a hater of human nature as the totalitarian despot who wants to turn them into puppets.