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 political convention is just not a place where you come away with any trace of faith in human nature.

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.

No great scoundrel is ever uninteresting.

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

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.

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