History, sir, will tell lies as usual.

The practical question, then, is what to do with the children. Tolerate them at home we will not. Let them run loose in the streets we dare not until our streets become safe places for children, which, to our utter shame, they are not at present, though they can hardly be worse than some homes and some schools.

I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend... if you have one.

Use your health, even to the point of wearing it out.

The minorities are sometimes right. The majorities never.

In heaven an angel is nobody in particular.

Besides, do any of us understand what we are doing? If we did, would we ever do it?