All of the great patriots now engaged in edging and squirming their way toward the Presidency of the Republic run true to form. That is to say, they are all extremely wary, and all more or less palpable frauds. What they want, primarily, is the job; the necessary equipment of unescapable issues, immutable principles and soaring ideals can wait until it becomes more certain which way the mob will be whooping.

After all, why be good? How many will actually believe it of us?

The war on privilege will never end. Its next grat campaign will be against the special privileges of the underprivileged.

Taxation, for example, is eternally lively; it concerns nine-tenths of us more directly than either smallpox or golf, and has just as much drama in it; moreover, it has been mellowed and made gay by as many gaudy, preposterous theories

Bridges would not be safer if only people who knew the proper definition of a real number were allowed to design them.

A wealthy man is one who earns $100 a year more than his wife's sister's husband.

Laws are no longer made by a rational process of public discussion; they are made by a process of blackmail and intimidation, and they are executed in the same manner