The old wanderlust had gotten into his blood, the joy of the unbound life, the joy of seeking, of hoping without limit.

It is difficult to get a man to understand something when his salary depends upon his not understanding it.

All truly great art is optimistic. The individual artist is happy in his creative work. The fact that practically all great art is tragic does not in any way change the above thesis.

Into this wild-beast tangle these men had been born without their consent, they had taken part in it because they could not help it; that they were in jail was no disgrace to them, for the game had never been fair, the dice were loaded. They were swindlers and thieves of pennies and dimes, and they had been trapped and put out of the way by the swindlers and thieves of millions of dollars.

American journalism is a class institution, serving the rich and spurning the poor.

In the twilight, it was a vision of power.

They use everything about the hog except the squeal.