We seem to be afflicted by a widespread and eroding reluctance to take any stand on any values, moral, behavioral or esthetic.

The unrecorded past is none other than our old friend, the tree in the primeval forest which fell without being heard

To put away one's own original thoughts in order to take up a book is a sin against the Holy Ghost.

One constant among the elements of 1914—as of any era—was the disposition of everyone on all sides not to prepare for the harder alternative, not to act upon what they suspected to be true.

In April 1917 the illusion of isolation was destroyed, America came to the end of innocence, and of the exuberant freedom of bachelor independence. That the responsibilities of world power have not made us happier is no surprise. To help ourselves manage them, we have replaced the illusion of isolation with a new illusion of omnipotence.

War is the unfolding of miscalculations.

Every successful revolution puts on in time the robes of the tyrant it has deposed.