But if you want to know the truth, the weirdest thing that has happened has been my discovery that people who attend the conventions are filled with love.

A dog barks when his master is attacked. I would be a coward if I saw that God's truth is attacked and yet would remain silent.

Truth is inseperable from the illusory belief that from the figures of the unreal one day, in spite of all, real deliverance will come.

A pencil and rubber are of more use to thought than a battalion of assistants. To happiness the same applies as to truth: one does not have it, but is in it.

The price of being close to the President is delivering bad news. You fail him if you don't tell him the truth. Others won't do it.