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

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 …

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

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.

But see! the pains begin to fly; Tho’ Venus bled she could not die: See the new phœnix point her eyes, And lovelier from her ashes rise.

Brighter from her disease she shines, As fire the precious gold refines. Thus when the silent grave becomes Pregnant with life as fruitful wombs; When the wide seas and spacious earth Resign us to our second birth;