We sometimes speak of stubborn facts. Nonsense! A fact is a mere babe…

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.

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

How pleasant came thy rushing, silver Tweed! Upon my ear when, after roaming long In southern plains, I've reach'd thy lovely bank! How bright, renowned Sark, thy little stream, Like ray of column'd light chasing a shower, Would cross my …

Samuel Warren, though able, yet vainest of men, Could he guide with discretion his tongue and his pen, His course would be clear for—"Ten Thousand a Year," But limited else to a brief—"Now and Then."