Revolutions are the only political events which confront us directly and inevitably with the problem of beginning.

These are the fifties, you know. The disgusting, posturing fifties.

Power is actualized only when word and deed have not parted company.

To be free in an age like ours, one must be in a position of authority. That in itself would be enough to make me ambitious.

There always comes a point beyond which lying becomes counterproductive. This point is reached when the audience to which the lies are addressed is forced to disregard altogether the distinguishing line between truth and falsehood in order to be able to survive.

When we were told that by freedom we understood free enterprise, we did very little to dispel this monstrous falsehood. Wealth and economic well-being, we have asserted, are the fruits of freedom, while we should have been the first to know that this kind of happiness has been an unmixed blessing only in this country, and it is a minor blessing compared with the truly political freedoms, such as freedom of speech and thought, of assembly and association, even under the best conditions.

We all carry fault within.