Cynicism Is An Unpleasant Way Of Saying

My Mother Was Dead For Five Years Before I Knew That I Had Loved Her Very Much.

I Cannot And Will Not Cut My Conscience To Fit This Year's Fashions, Even Though I Long Ago Came To The Conclusion That I Was Not A Political Person And Could Have No Comfortable Place In Any Political Group.

Truth Made You A Traitor As It Often Does In A Time Of Scoundrels.

I'm Too Old To Recover, Too Narrow To Forgive Myself.

Nobody Outside Of A Baby Carriage Or A Judge's Chamber Believes In An Unprejudiced Point Of View.