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.

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

It is remarkable by how much a pinch of malice enhances the penetrating power of an idea or an opinion. Our ears, it seems, are wonderfully attuned to sneers and evil reports about our fellow men.

My writing is done in railroad yards while waiting for a freight, in the fields while waiting for a truck, and at noon after lunch. Towns are too distracting.

The world leans on us. When we sag, the whole world seems to droop.

To the frustrated, freedom from responsibility is more attractive than freedom from restraint. They are eager to barter their independence for relief from the burdens of willing, deciding and being responsible for inevitable failure. They willingly abdicate the directing of their lives to those who want to plan, command and shoulder all responsibility.

Nowhere at present is there such a measureless loathing of their country by educated people as in America.