Innocence Seldom Utters Outraged Shrieks. Guilt Does.

Every Man Is Crucified Upon The Cross Of Himself.

In 1937, I Began, Like Lazarus, The Impossible Return.

My Children, As Long As You Live, The Shadow Of The Hiss Case Will Brush You. In Every Pair Of Eyes That Rests On You, You Will See Pass, Like A Cloud Passing Behind A Woods In Winter, The Memory Of Your Father - Dissembled In Friendly Eyes, Lurking In Unfriendly Eyes.

A Man Is Not Primarily A Witness Against Something. That Is Only Incidental To The Fact That He Is A Witness For Something.

The Rub Is That The Pursuit Of Happiness, As An End In Itself, Tends Automatically, And Widely, To Be Replaced By The Pursuit Of Pleasure With A Consequent General Softening Of The Fibers Of Will, Intelligence, Spirit.