Prejudice ... is a subjective emotion which expresses itself upon others only because of an inner necessity for release. The object is irrelevant and opportune. The person who feels prejudice is the victim of himself and his own unhappiness and dissatisfaction. Life is not what he wants it to be and it has not been what he wishes it had been.

Perhaps one has to be very old before one learns to be amused rather than shocked.

I learned to distinguish between the two kinds of people in the world: those who have known inescapable sorrow and those who have not.

Life without idealism is empty indeed. We just hope or starve to death.

The feeling one has after coming to know American women is that they are starving at their sources.

Iowans know themselves and what they are doing. They are doing well.

Sooner or later the young always betrayed the old.