Words are the mind's wings, are they not?

Our democracy is but a name. We vote? What does that mean? It means that we choose between two bodies of real, though not avowed, autocrats. We choose between Tweedledum and Tweedledee.

Smells are the fallen angels of the senses.

I, for one, love strength, daring, fortitude. I do not want people to kill the fight in them; I want them to fight for right things.

It is with a kind of fear that I begin to write the history of my life.

More than at any other time, when I hold a beloved book in my hand my limitations fall from me, my spirit is free.

If I am happy in spite of my deprivations, if my happiness is so deep that it is a faith, so thoughtful that it becomes a philosophy of life. If, in short, I am an optimist, my testimony to the creed of optimism is worth hearing.