Just as our bread, mixed and baked, packaged and sold without benefit of accident or human frailty, is uniformly good and uniformly tasteless, so will our speech become one speech.

The bank is something more than men, I tell you. It's the monster. Men made it, but they can't control it.

I hold that a writer who does not passionately believe in the perfectibility of man has no dedication nor any membership in literature.

I dislike helplessness in other people and in myself, and this is by far my greatest fear of illness.

This is the thing to bomb. This is the beginning—from "I" to "we". If you who own the things people must have could understand this, you might preserve yourself. If you could separate causes from results, if you could know that Paine, Marx, Jefferson, Lenin were results, not causes, you might survive. But that you cannot know. For the quality of owning freezes you forever into "I", and cuts you off forever from the "we".

Intention, good or bad, is not enough.

The discipline of the written word punishes both stupidity and dishonesty.