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

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

The Communists offer one precious, fatal boon: they take away the sense of sin.

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.

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.

No great scoundrel is ever uninteresting.

America... an economic system prouder of the distribution of its products than of the products themselves.