When the wind is right, a faint odor of kerosene is exhaled from Senator McCarthy.
Attribution disputed; shown as originally published.
When the wind is right, a faint odor of kerosene is exhaled from Senator McCarthy.
Attribution disputed; shown as originally published.
The metaphor is vague and relies on subjective sensory interpretation.
Thank God somebody's doing it.
The junior senator from Wisconsin, by his reckless charges, has so preyed upon the fears and hatreds and prejudices of the American people that he has started …
Let us not assassinate this lad further, senator. You've done enough. Have you no sense of decency, sir? At long last, have you left no sense of decency?
Character is what God and the angels know of us; reputation is what men and women think of us.
It is good to know what a man is, and also what the world takes him for. But you do not understand him until you have learnt how he understands himself.
I am better than my reputation.