Reform Is Born Of Need, Not Pity.

These Great Turning-days Of Life Cast No Shadow Before, Slip By Unconsciously. Only A Trifle, A Little Turn Of The Rudder, And The Ship Goes To Heaven Or Hell.

You Were Only Truly Patriotic If You Had A Laborer For A Grandfather And Were Glad Of It.

Crime, To The Man Of The Forties, Was An Alien Monstrous Terror.

... I Suppose That The Party Or Sect Which Is To Do Any Work In The World Must Breathe Its Own Peculiar Atmosphere, Speak Its Own Little Patois, And See But One Side Of The Question On Which It Fights.

America May Have Great Poets And Novelists, But She Never Will Have More Than One Necromancer.