“Si, a lot of men make far greater sacrifices than he will. For the good of the country.” “But he wouldn’t even be consulted about it!” “Neither are … - Jack Finney

Spare me the nostalgia."
"I hate that word. You know who uses it mostly? Time patriots. Same people who live in the best country in the world. Must be the best because that's where they live. And they live in the best of times; has to be best because it's their lifetime. You even suggest there just might have been better times than here and now, and it's 'nostalgia, nostalgia.' Don't even know what the word means. Means overly sentimental, for crysakes.

When you’ve heard one bagpipe tune you’ve heard them both.

How is it possible for me to thank God in my heart for the food he gives me and for life, while every morsel I eat I earn with my toil and even suffering? There may be a Providence for the rich man, but every poor man must be his own Providence. As for the value of life, we poor folks don't live for ourselves at all; we live for other people. I often wonder if the rich man who owns great blocks of stock in the road and reckons his wealth in the millions does not sometimes think, as he sits at his well-filled table and looks at the happy faces of his children, of the poor car driver who toils for his benefit for a dollar and ninety cents a day, and is lucky if he tastes meat twice a week and can give the little ones at home warm clothes and blankets for the winter.