We are the hero of our own story.

It really takes a hero to live any kind of spiritual life without religious belief.

Labor is work that leaves no trace behind it when it is finished.

Liberty, as it is conceived by current opinion, has nothing inherent about it; it is a sort of gift or trust bestowed on the individual by the state pending good behavior.

The theater is the only branch of art much cared for by people of wealth; like canasta, it does away with the brother of talk after dinner.

In verity we are the poor. This humanity we would claim for ourselves is the legacy, not only of the Enlightenment, but of the thousands and thousands of European peasants and poor townspeople who came here bringing their humanity and their sufferings with them. It is the absence of a stable upper class that is responsible for much of the vulgarity of the American scene. Should we blush before the visitor for this deficiency?

Every age has a keyhole to which its eye is pasted.