Beauty is in the heart of the beholder.

Countless people...will hate the New World Order...and will die protesting against it...we have to bear in mind the distress of a generation or so of malcontents.

Lies are the mortar that binds the savage individual man into the social masonry.

There is nothing in machinery, there is nothing in embankments and railways and iron bridges and engineering devices to oblige them to be ugly. Ugliness is the measure of imperfection.

Is it any wonder that to this day this Galilean is too much for our small hearts?

For all my desire to be interesting, I have to confess that for most things and people I don't give a damn.

The New Deal is plainly an attempt to achieve a working socialism and avert a social collapse in America; it is extraordinarily parallel to the successive 'policies' and 'Plans' of the Russian experiment. Americans shirk the word 'socialism', but what else can one call it?