The faces in New York remind me of people who played a game and lost.
America... an economic system prouder of the distribution of its products than of the products themselves.
There is a raging tiger inside every man whom God put on this earth. Every man worthy of the respect of his children spends his life building inside himself a cage to pen that tiger in.
The Communists offer one precious, fatal boon: they take away the sense of sin.
There are things a man must not do even to save a nation.
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.