People are trapped in history and history is trapped in them.

The making of an American begins at that point where he himself rejects all other ties, any other history, and himself adopts the vesture of his adopted land.

American history is longer, larger, more various, more beautiful, and more terrible than anything anyone has ever said about it.

I am what time, circumstance, history, have made of me, certainly, but I am also, much more than that. So are we all.

People are trapped in history and history is trapped in them.

People who treat other people as less than human must not be surprised when the bread they have cast on the waters comes floating back to them, poisoned