But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.

[During the Renaissance] the Italians said, "We are one in the Father: we will go back." The Northern races said, "We are one in Christ, we will go on.

I am in love and, my God, it is the greatest thing that can happen to a man.

Not that the Red Indian will ever possess the broad lands of America. At least I presume not. But his ghost will.

In America the cohesion was a matter of choice and will. But in Europe it was organic.

I cannot get any sense of an enemy - only of a disaster.

Why, why are people all balls of bitter dust? Because they won't fall off the tree when they're ripe. They hang on to their old positions when the position is overpast, till they become infested with little worms and dry-rot.