I hate deception, even where the imagination only is concerned.

Repetition does not transform a lie into a truth.

The machinery of propaganda may pack their minds with falsehood and deny them truth for many generations of time. But the soul of man thus held in trance, or frozen in a long night, can be awakened by a spark coming from God knows where, and in a moment the whole structure of lies and oppression is on trial for its life.

It is a fine thing to be honest, but it is also very important to be right.

No legacy is so rich as honesty.

Let it be public, full, and fair. No cliqueism or cheatery about it.