Heroes, It Would Seem, Exist Always And

It Is The Heart Always That Sees, Before The Head Can See.

Cease To Brag To Me Of America, And Its Model Institutions And Constitutions. America, Too, Will Have To Strain Its Energies, Crack Its Sinews, And All But Break Its Heart, As The Rest Of Us Have Had To Do, In Thousand-fold Wrestle With The Pythons, And Mud-demons, Before It Can Become A Babitation For The Gods.

Not One False Man But Doth Uncountable Evil.

At The Bottom There Is No Perfect History; There Is None Such Conceivable. All Past Centuries Have Rotted Down, And Gone Confusedly Dumb And Quiet.

It Is Well Said, In Every Sense, That A Man's Religion Is The Chief Fact With Regard To Him.