The fates have a way of demanding of a man that he suffer his greatest moments all by himself; being lone seems as often attendant upon reality as being in company is attendant upon the flight from reality.

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.

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

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

Every social war is a battle between the very few on both sides who care and who fire their shots across a crowd of spectators.

As an organized political group, the Communists have done nothing to damage our society a fraction as much as what their enemies have done in the name of defending us against subversion.

There are things a man must not do even to save a nation.