Generalizations, like brooms, ought not to stand in a corner forever; they ought to sweep as a matter of course.

All the nationalists are wasms -- except one, the most powerful of this century, indeed, of the entire democratic age, which is nationalism.

Ideas, of course, have a place in fiction, and any writer of fiction needs a mind. But ideas are not the best subject matter for fiction. They do not dramatize well. They are, rather, a by-product, something the reader himself is led to formulate after watching the story unfold. The ideas, the generalizations, ought to be implicit in the selection and arrangement of the people and places and actions. They ought to haunt a piece of fiction as a ghost flits past an attic window after dark.

I am not what I ought to be; I am not what I would like to be; I am not what I hope to be. But I am not what I once was, and by the grace of God, I am what I am.

Stand up! Stand up for things that matter.

The present course cannot be followed forever,