If ever the public was betrayed by its press, it's ours.
Inequality is as dear to the American heart as liberty itself.
Each one of us must suffer long to himself before he can learn that he is but one in a great community of wretchedness which has been pitilessly repeating itself from the foundation of the world.
I wonder why we hate the past so.
He who sleeps in continual noise is wakened by silence.
You'll find as you grow older that you weren't born such a great while ago after all. The time shortens up.