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

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.

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

The faces in New York remind me of people who played a game and lost.

By adherence to a special set of rules, the child of the shabby-genteel can sometimes leap across the time which has passed by his family and function in the real world without doing violence to the hopes his mother held out for him. But those who cannot live within this pattern are the freaks and poets, and they travel a different road to peace.