The Past: Our cradle, not our prison; there is danger as well as appeal in its glamour. The past is for inspiration, not imitation, for continuation, not repetition.

The Past: Our cradle, not our prison; there is danger as well as appeal in its glamour. The past is for inspiration, not imitation, for continuation, not repetition.

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.