Samuel McChord Crothers

In the meantime, the real America had awakened, but in its own way. It had awakened, not as a neurasthenic awakes to a vague and benumbing sense of helplessness in the presence of disaster, but as a strong man awakes to the magnitude of …

History is an endless maze of unrelated happenings, until we divide it up into brief portions in which we discern a certain unity of purpose.

There is no absurdity in its mental processes; all that is concealed in its assumptions.

We sometimes speak of stubborn facts. Nonsense! A fact is a mere babe when compared with a stubborn theory.

To keep shooting at a folly after it is dead is unsportsmanlike.