From what I have seen, I am driven to the conclusion that religion is only good for good people.

It [Socialism] was a kind of political hockey played by big, gaunt, dyspeptic girls in pants.

With extramarital courtship, the deception was prolonged where it had been ephemeral, necessary where it had been frivolous, conspiratorial where it had been lonely.

A good deal of education consists of unlearning-the breaking of bad habits as with a tennis serve.

My occupational hazard is that I can't help plagiarizing from real life.

To care for the quarrels of the past, to identify oneself passionately with a cause that became, politically speaking, a losing cause with the birth of the modern world, is to experience a kind of straining against reality, a rebellious nonconformity that, again, is rare in America, where children are instructed in the virtues of the system they live under, as though history had achieved a happy ending in American civics.

A politician or political thinker who calls himself a political realist is usually boasting that he sees politics, so to speak, in the raw; he is generally a proclaimed cynic and pessimist who makes it his business to look behind words and fine speeches for the motive. This motive is always low.