The Communist vision is the vision of man without God.

On that road of the informer, it is always night. I cannot ever inform against anyone without feeling something die within me. I inform without pleasure, because it is necessary.

In 1937, I began, like Lazarus, the impossible return.

The chief fruit of the First World War was the Russian Revolution and the rise of Communism as a national power.

The crisis of the Western world exists to the degree in which it is indifferent to God.

I see in Communism the focus of the concentrated evil of our time.

Innocence seldom utters outraged shrieks. Guilt does.

I know that I am leaving the winning side for the losing side, but it is better to die on the losing side than to live under Communism.

In the United States, the working class are Democrats. The middle class are Republicans. The upper class are Communists.

I do not know any way to explain why God's grace touches a man who seems unworthy of it.

A Communist breaks because he must choose at last between irreconcilable opposites-God or Man, Soul or Mind, Freedom or Communism.

An investment in knowledge always pays the best interest.

I'm not bothered or sad about being on my own - after all, I've never had a husband.

A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.

I am for the small man who has not forgotten, for the man who loves his beer and his women and his sunlight

I know I have an eccentric, obsessive-compulsive side.

I leaned from my friends in school. I had lots of friends; yet I was very indrawn.

Nothing but the infinite Pity is sufficient for the infinite pathos of human life.

Good politics are often inextricably intertwined.

New York is the perfect town for getting over a disappointment, a loss, or a broken heart.

How great is the position of the man who is born of God, born of purity, born of faith, born of life, born of power!