You see these dictators up on their pedestals, surrounded by the bayonets of their soldiers and the truncheons of their police. They're afraid of words and thought. ... They make frantic efforts to bar our thoughts and words. ... A state of society where men may not speak their mind - where children denounce their parents to the police - where a businessman or small shopkeeper ruins his competitor by telling tales about his private opinion. Such a state of society cannot long endure if it is continually in contact with the healthy outside world.

The game of life does not proceed like a mathematical calculation on the principle that two and two make four. Sometimes they make five, or minus four, and sometimes the blackboard topples over in the middle of the sum and the pedagogue is left with a black eye.

The vistas of possibility are only limited by the shortness of life.

The inherent blessing of socialism is the equal sharing of misery.

I cannot help reflecting that if my father had been American and my mother British instead of the other way around, I might have gotten here on my own.

Madam, if you were my wife, I would drink it.

One must regard the hyphen as a blemish to be avoided wherever possible.