A critic is someone who enters the battlefield after the war is over and shoots the wounded.
No great scoundrel is ever uninteresting.
The Communists offer one precious, fatal boon: they take away the sense of sin.
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 neighborhood is where, when you go out of it, you get beat up.
Men very seldom change, try though we will, beneath the shifts of exterior doctrine, our hearts so often remain what they were.