I believe that political correctness can be a form of linguistic fascism, and it sends shivers down the spine of my generation who went to war against fascism.

If this were fiction, could even the most brilliant novelist contrive to make credible so short a period in which pride had been subdued and prejudice overcome?

Work did bestow dignity, status, meaning. Wasn't that why people dreaded unemployment, why some men found retirement so traumatic?

Ambition, if it were to be savored, let alone achieved, had to be rooted in possibility.

It's easy to get a reputation for wisdom. It's only necessary to live long, speak little and do less.

No government can act in advance of the moral will of the people.

We are often more merciful to our animals than we are to each other.