A man is a worker. If he is not that he is nothing.

In plucking the fruit of memory one runs the risk of spoiling its bloom.

For the great mass of mankind the only saving grace that is needed is steady fidelity to what is nearest to hand and heart in the short moment of each human ef…

Reality, as usual, beats fiction out of sight.

Now for the past five years or so, I don't know how long exactly, I have been more or less without permanent employment, wandering from pillar to post. You wil…

Once you begin to take yourself seriously as a leader or as a follower, as a modern or as a conservative, then you become a self-conscious, biting, and scratch…

They don't need me in New York. I'm the New England man. I'm vital in New England.