Fashions, after all, are only induced epidemics.

War can so easily be gilt with romance and heroism and solemn national duty and patriotism and the like by persons whose superficial literary and oratorical talent covers an abyss of Godforsaken folly.

When it comes to the point, really bad men are just as rare as really good ones.

Only on paper has humanity yet achieved glory, beauty, truth, knowledge, virtue, and abiding love.

Religion is a good invention in times of stress.

You have set up in New York Harbor a monstrous idol which you call Liberty. The only thing that remains to complete that monument is to put on its pedestal the inscription written by Dante on the gate of hell: All hope abandon ye who enter here.

The buried truth germinates and breaks through to the light.