Not One Man, In The Million, Shall

Those Have Not Lived Who Have Not Seen Rome.

All Around Us Lies What We Neither Understand Nor Use. Our Capacities, Our Instincts For This Our Present Sphere Are But Half Developed. Let Us Confine Ourselves To That Till The Lesson Be Learned; Let Us Be Completely Natural; Before We Trouble Ourselves With The Supernatural. I Never See Any Of These Things But I Long To Get Away And Lie Under A Green Tree And Let The Wind Blow On Me. There Is Marvel And Charm Enough In That For Me.

It Does Not Follow Because Many Books Are Written By Persons Born In America That There Exists An American Literature. Books Which Imitate Or Represent The Thoughts And Life Of Europe Do Not Constitute An American Literature. Before Such Can Exist, An Original Idea Must Animate This Nation And Fresh Currents Of Life Must Call Into Life Fresh Thoughts Along The Shore.

What A Difference It Makes To Come Home To A Child!

The Persons Whom You Have Idolized Can Never, In The End, Be Ungrateful, And, Probably, At The Time Of Retreat They Still Do Justice To Your Heart. But, So Long As You Must Draw Persons Too Near You, A Temporary Recoil Is Sure To Follow. It Is The Character Striving To Defend Itself From A Heating And Suffocating Action Upon It.