I am whatever you make me, nothing more. I am your belief in yourself, your dream of what a people may become.... I am the clutch of an idea, and the reasoned purpose of resolution. I am no more than you believe me to be and I am all that you believe I can be. I am whatever you make me, nothing more.

My stars and my stripes are your dream and your labors.

I am not the flag: not at all. I am but its shadow.

I am whatever you make me, nothing more.

I have hardly seen my baby for six weeks; have been at the office from nine A.M. to eleven P.M. regularly.

The bravest sight in all this world is a man fighting against odds.

Newspaper men, perhaps more than any other class, are rated by ability.