Democracy's ceremonial, its feast, it's great function, is the election.

Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo.

If anything is possible, then nothing is interesting

It is when suffering finds a voice and sets our nerves quivering that this pity comes troubling us.

To do such a thing would be to transcend magic. And I beheld, unclouded by doubt, a magnificent vision of all that invisibility might mean to a man—the mystery, the power, the freedom. Drawbacks I saw none. You have only to think! And I, a shabby, poverty-struck, hemmed-in demonstrator, teaching fools in a provincial college, might suddenly become—this.

Ignorance is not an extension of time

In all the round world there is no meat. There used to be. But now we cannot stand the thought of slaughterhouses.