The Truest Self-respect Is Not To Think

No Man Is Sane Who Does Not Know How To Be Insane On Proper Occasions.

When Our Children Die, We Drop Them Into The Unknown, Shuddering With Fear. We Know That They Go Out From Us, And We Stand, And Pity, And Wonder.

Books Are Not Men And Yet They Stay Alive.

Genius Is A Steed Too Fiery For The Plow Or The Cart.

Nowhere On The Globe Do Men Live So Well As In America, Or Grumble So Much.