As things are now going the peace we make, what peace we seem to be making, will be a peace of oil, a peace of gold, a peace of shipping, a peace in brief.without moral purpose or human interest.

Autumn is the American season. In Europe the leaves turn yellow or brown, and fall. Here they take fire on the trees and hang there flaming. We think this frost-fire is a portent somehow: a promise that the continent has given us. Life, too, we think, is capable of taking fire in this country; of creating beauty never seen.

We have no choice but to be guilty. God is unthinkable if we are innocent.

The only thing about a man that is a man . . . is his mind. Everything else you can find in a pig or a horse.

What is more important in a library than anything else-than everything else-is the fact that it exists.

There are those, I know, who will say that the liberation of humanity, the freedom of man and mind, is nothing but a dream. They are right. It is the American dream.

America is promises to take! America is promises to us to take them.