We recently had a referendum in New York about extending the forest preserve. The city voted for it by a large majority; yet as I walk the streets I do not see afforestation written with conviction on the harried faces of my fellow citizens.

Liberty lies in the hearts of men and women; when it dies there, no constitution, no law, no court can save it; no constitution, no law, no court can even do much to help it.

The art of publicity is a black art.

The hand that rules the press, the radio, the screen and the far-spread magazine, rules the country.

Life is not a thing of knowing only--nay, mere knowledge has properly no place at all save as it becomes the handmaiden of feeling and emotions.

The spirit of liberty is the spirit that is not quite sure it is right.

We prate of freedom; we are in deadly fear of life, as much of our own American scene betrays.