And scandal has a way of catching up with those who disregard its power.

No hardy perennial has the enduring quality of hope. Cut it to the roots, stamp it underfoot, let frost and fire work their will, and still some valiant shoot will push, to grow again on such scanty fare as it can find. Only time and the cruel quicklime of fact can destroy that stubborn urgency.

You know the public is more easily swayed by persons than by principles.

I used to think I had ambition... but now I'm not so sure. It may have been only discontent. They're easily confused.

...his hoofbeats fall like rain, over and over again.

One of the pleasantest things about book writing is that sometimes it brings one in touch with old friends.

I was never one to begrudge people their memories. From a child I would listen when they spoke of the past.