You, the Spirit of the Settlement! ... Not understand that America is God's crucible, the great melting-pot where all the races of Europe are melting and re-forming! Here, you stand, good folk, think I, when I see them at Ellis Island, here you stand in your fifty groups, with your fifty languages and histories, and your fifty blood hatreds and rivalries.

[T]he German censorship forbade or mutilated my every book, which was like sticking pins into my soul.

America is God's Crucible, the great Melting-Pot where all the races of Europe are melting and re-forming!

Dead men hear no tales; posthumous fame is an Irish bull.

Every dogma has its day, but ideals are eternal.

You, the Spirit of the Settlement! ... Not understand that America is God's crucible, the great melting-pot where all the races of Europe are melting and re-forming! Here, you stand, good folk, think I, when I see them at Ellis Island, here you stand in your fifty groups, with your fifty languages and histories, and your fifty blood hatreds and rivalries.

O God... make me a child again, even before I die; give me back the simple faith, the clear vision of the child that holds its father's hand.