Oh, for the simple life,/For tents and starry skies!

A man likes his wife to be just clever enough to appreciate his cleverness, and just stupid enough to admire it.

Everything changes but change.

No... the real American has not yet arrived. He is only in the Crucible, I tell you / he will be the fusion of all races, perhaps the coming superman.

America is God's Crucible, the great Melting-Pot where all the races of Europe are melting and re-forming!

America is God