Any man who has been given the honor of being promoted to general and who says, "I will protect another general who protects Communists," is not fit to wear that uniform, general.

Our job as Americans and as Republicans is to dislodge the traitors from every place where they've been sent to do their traitorous work.

Today we are engaged in a final, all-out battle between communistic atheism and Christianity.

While I cannot take the time to name all the men in the State Department who have been named as members of the Communist Party and members of a spy ring, I have here in my hand a list of 205.

McCarthyism is Americanism with its sleeves rolled.

I'm always chasing rainbows, Waiting to find a little bluebird in vain.

American life, in large cities, is a perpetual assault on the senses and the nerves; it is out of asceticism, out of unworldliness, precisely, that we bear it.

An interviewer asked me what book I thought best represented the modern American woman. All I could think of to answer was: Madame Bovary.

Go in the direction of where your peace is coming from.

He'd never considered sweet and conservative to be so hot, but damn, Emma wore it well.

It's a silence I know. The kind that's actually a sound so loud your brain doesn't know how to interpret it at first.

John Andrew Holmes, “No exercise is better for the human heart than reaching down and lifting another up.

The directors you trust the most are the ones, when you ask them a question, they've got the guts to say, 'I don't know.'

A contra dance is like an amusement park ride we make for ourselves.

It is impossible that a man who is false to his friends and neighbours should be true to the public.

Being alive and being a woman is all I got, but being colored is a metaphysical dilemma I haven't conquered yet.

For flowers that bloom about our feet; For tender grass, so fresh, so sweet; For song of bird, and hum of bee; For all things fair we hear or see, Father in heaven, we thank Thee!

Thought is the work of the intellect, reverie is its self-indulgence. To substitute day-dreaming for thought is to confuse a poison with a source of nourishment.