He was vain and tended to surround himself with intellectual and moral pygmies.

Jonathan had been around Washington long enough to know that no offer was exactly what it seemed.

So many people of liberal persuasion value their own progressive opinions more than they value the people they hold those opinions about.

He seemed to believe that indignation was a sufficient guardian.

He was the sort of man who only wanted to be told what he already assumed was true.

Our sense of history has grown dangerously thin, and our sense of proportion with it.

Coming from a business family, she shied away from abstractions.

She had been carried away by the need to defend herself.

People seem to remember the sacrifices they made more than what the sacrifices were for.

The victors always think they are righteous. But then, they always seem to start a mighty unrighteous squabbling over the spoils.

The only way to prove his willingness to wait would be to wait.

On the night of New Year’s Day, I thought of a wonderful New Year’s resolution for the men who run the world: get to know the people who only live in it.

I'm not afraid to swing the bat. If they elect to pitch to me, I'm going to swing. I'm not as picky as Mr. Sheffield. I'll swing at something over my head.

It's just something we're talking about and thinking about all the time, reflecting on our privilege - the privilege of what it means even be able to travel.

The idea is that what an artist lives through should broaden his notion of what it is possible for a human being to live through, and that new understanding should then get into and expand the work.

I never had disagreements with [Adolf Hitler], I never saw him in an unpleasant frame of mind.

Keep costs low and spirits high, and the people of Southwest Airlines will keep LUV in the air.

Swan flocks of lilies shoreward lying, In sweetness, not in music, dying.

The thing you like/are good at is a sacred thing.

What a fortunate fellow I am, I kept telling myself. Nobody has ever had such a lovely time as this!

There are things of such darkness and horror—just, I suppose, as there are things of such great beauty—that they will not fit through the puny human doors of perception.