... life falls into place only with God.

I doubt if these two fine, active minds [President and Mrs. Roosevelt] have ever inquiried how it is they know what they know and think as they do. Nor have they ever thought of what they might have been if they had grown up in an entirely different culture. They have the disposition of all politicians world over to deal only with made opinion. They have never inquired how it is that opinion is made.

It is the going out from oneself that is love and not the accident of its return. It is the expedition, whether it fail or succeed.

After people have repeated a phrase a great number of times, they begin to realize it has meaning and may even be true.

You are not mechanics, you are warriors. You have been trained, not to think, but to do.

In all the round world of Utopia there is no meat. There used to be, but now we cannot stand the thought of slaughterhouses. And it is impossible to find anyone who will hew a dead ox or pig. I can still remember as a boy the rejoicings over the closing of the last slaughterhouse.

The crisis of today is the joke of tomorrow.