There is nothing strange about fear: no matter in what guise it presents itself it is something with which we are all so familiar that when a man appears who is without it we are at once enslaved by him.

There is nothing strange about fear: no matter in what guise it presents itself it is something with which we are all so familiar that when a man appears who is without it we are at once enslaved by him.

Day by day. No yesterdays and no tomorrows. The barometer never changes, the flag is always at half-mast.

Everyman, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths.

Perhaps I am still very much of an American. That is to say, naïve, optimistic, gullible. In the eyes of a European, what am I but an American to the core, an American who exposes his Americanism like a sore. Like it or not, I am a product of this land of plenty, a believer in superabundance, a believer in miracles.

Example moves the world more than doctrine.

As long as that spark of passion is missing there is no human significance in the performance.