To Be An American Is Of Itself

It Is In Rare And Scattered Instants That Beauty Smiles Even On Her Adorers, Who Are Reduced For Habitual Comfort To Remembering Her Past Favours.

Experience Is A Mere Whiff Or Rumble, Produced By Enormously Complex And Ill-deciphered Causes Of Experience; And In The Other Direction, Experience Is A Mere Peephole Through Which Glimpses Come Down To Us Of Eternal Things.

People Never Believe In Volcanoes Until The Lava Actually Overtakes Them.

A Country Without A Memory Is A Country Of Madmen.

Columbus Gave The World Another World.