No one can argue any longer about the rights of women. It's like arguing about earthquakes.

I'm too old to recover, too narrow to forgive myself.

Unjust. How many times I've used that word, scolded myself with it. All I mean by it now is that I don't have the final courage to say that I refuse to preside over violations against myself, and to hell with justice.

Truth made you a traitor as it often does in a time of scoundrels.

Since when do you have to agree with people to defend them from injustice?

The happy problem of our time - longer life.

For every man who lives without freedom, the rest of us must face the guilt.