I am afraid that if you want to go down into history you'll have to do something for it.

It is my belief no man ever understands quite his own artful dodges to escape from the grim shadow of self knowledge.

Only in men's imagination does every truth find an effective and undeniable existence. Imagination, not invention, is the supreme master of art as of life.

Necessity, they say, is mother of invention, but fear, too, is not barren of ingenious suggestions.

I suppose everybody must be always just a little homesick.

The condemned social order has not been built up on paper and ink, and I don't fancy that a combination of paper and ink will ever put an end to it.

Few men realize that their life, the very essence of their character, their capabilities and their audacities, are only the expression of their belief in the safety of their surroundings.