Reform Is Born Of Need, Not Pity.

Nowhere In This Country, From Sea To Sea, Does Nature Comfort Us With Such Assurance Of Plenty, Such Rich And Tranquil Beauty As In Those Unsung, Unpainted Hills Of Pennsylvania.

America May Have Great Poets And Novelists, But She Never Will Have More Than One Necromancer.

... I Suppose That The Party Or Sect Which Is To Do Any Work In The World Must Breathe Its Own Peculiar Atmosphere, Speak Its Own Little Patois, And See But One Side Of The Question On Which It Fights.

You Will Find The Poet Who Wrings The Heart Of The World, Or The Foremost Captain Of His Time, Driving A Bargain Or Paring A Potato, Just As You Would Do.

It Is A Good Rule Never To See Or Talk To The Man Whose Words Have Wrung Your Heart, Or Helped It, Just As It Is Wise Not To Look Down Too Closely At The Luminous Glow Which Sometimes Shines On Your Path On A Summer Night, If You Would Not See The Ugly Worm Below.