I never did anything alone. Whatever was accomplished in this country was accomplished collectively.
Above all, this country is our own. Nobody has to get up in the morning and worry what his neighbors think of him. Being a Jew is no problem here.
This country exists as the fulfillment of a promise made by God Himself. It would be ridiculous to ask it to account for its legitimacy.
I would never join a country club with standards so low as to allow me as a member.
Africa is God’s country, and He can have it.
Whenever you hear a man speak of his love for his country, it is a sign that he expects to be paid for it.
What we need in this country is a general improvement in eating. We have the best raw materials in the world, both quantitatively and qualitatively, but most of them are ruined in the process of preparing them for the table.
If there had been any formidable body of cannibals in the country, Harry Truman would have promised to provide them with free missionaries fattened at the taxpayer’s expense.
Let no one mistake it for comedy, farcical though it may be in all its details. It serves notice on the country that Neanderthal man is organizing in these forlorn backwaters of the land, led by a fanatic, rid of sense and devoid of conscience.
The real charm of the United States is that it is the only comic country ever heard of.
I am worrying about my country. I feel I have a responsibility as a novelist to do something.
Our beloved ones have not ‘gone to a far country.’ It is only the veil of sense that separates them from us, and even that veil grows thin when our thoughts reach out to them.
I cannot but say a word and look my disapproval when I hear that my country is spending millions for war and war engines-more, I have heard, than twice as much as the entire public school system costs the nation.
The country is governed for the richest, for the corporations, the bankers, the land speculators, and for the exploiters of labor.
We the living, should not think of the dead as lonely because if they could speak to us, they would say: “Do not weep for me, earth was not my true country, I was an alien there: I am at Home where everyone comes.”
We still have it in our power to rise above the fears, imagined and real, and to shoulder the great burdens which destiny has placed upon us, not for our country alone, but for the benefit of all the world. That is the only destiny worthy of America.
For Jesus, there are no countries to be conquered, no ideologies to be imposed, no people to be dominated. There are only children, women and men to be loved.
The country is an archipelago of lakes, – the lake-country of New England.
It seems to me that the god that is commonly worshipped in civilized countries is not at all divine, though he bears a divine name, but is the overwhelming authority and respectability of mankind combined. Men reverence one another, not yet God.
When I consider that the noble animals have been exterminated here – the cougar, panther, lynx, wolverine, wolf, bear, moose, deer, the beaver, the turkey, etc, etc – I cannot but feel as I lived in a tamed, and, as it were, emasculated country.