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.

It is a measure of the Negro's circumstance that, in America, the smallest things usually take him so very long, and that, by the time he wins them, they are no longer little things: they are miracles.

To say that an idea is fashionable is to say, I think, that is has been adulterated to a point where it is hardly an idea at all.

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

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

Men very seldom change, try though we will, beneath the shifts of exterior doctrine, our hearts so often remain what they were.