The notion that a radical is one who hates his country is naïve and usually idiotic. He is, more likely, one who likes his country more than the rest of us, and is thus more disturbed than the rest of us when he sees it debauched. He is not a bad citizen turning to crime; he is a good citizen driven to despair.

As long as you represent me as praising alcohol I shall not complain.

It is a peculiarity of the American mind that it regards any excursion into the truth as an adventure into cynicism.

Without a doubt there are women who would vote intelligently. There are also men who knit socks beautifully.

When somebody says it’s not about the money, it’s about the money.

Anyhow, the hole in the donut is at least digestible.

I give you Chicago. It is not London and Harvard. It is not Paris and buttermilk. It is American in every chitling and sparerib. It is alive from snout to tail.