New York is of course many cities, and an exile does not return to the one he left.

You can never get the smell of smoke out. Like the smell of failure in life.

Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.

What is the past, after all, but a vast sheet of darkness in which a few moments, pricked apparently at random, shine?

A leader is one who, out of madness or goodness, volunteers to take upon himself the woe of the people. There are few men so foolish, hence the erratic quality of leadership in the world.

To be President of the United States, sir, is to act as advocate for a blind, venomous, and ungrateful client.

I would rather have as my patron a host of anonymous citizens digging into their own pockets for the price of a book or a magazine than a small body of enlightened and responsible men administering public funds. I would rather chance my personal vision of truth striking home here and there in the chaos of publication that exists than attempt to filter it through a few sets of official, honorably public-spirited scruples.