Men very seldom change, try though we will, beneath the shifts of exterior doctrine, our hearts so often remain what they were.

A man can look upon his life and accept it as good or evil; it is far, far harder for him to confess that it has been unimportant in the sum of things.

A critic is someone who enters the battlefield after the war is over and shoots the wounded.

A neighborhood is where, when you go out of it, you get beat up.

The world of shabby gentility is like no other; its sacrifices have less logic, its standards are harsher, its relation to reality is dimmer than comfortable property or plain poverty can understand.

The Communists offer one precious, fatal boon: they take away the sense of sin.

It is not the least of a martyr's scourges to be canonized by the persons who burned him.