But, if we explore the literature of Heroism, we shall quickly come to Plutarch, who is its Doctor and historian. To him we owe the Brasidas, the Dion, the Epaminodas, the Scipio of old, and I must think we are more deeply indebted to him than to all the ancient writers. Each of his "Lives" is a refutation to the despondency and cowardice of our religious and political theorists. A wild courage, a Stoicism not of the schools, but of the blood, shines in every anecdote, and had given that book immense fame.

The machine unmakes the man. Now that the machine is so perfect, the engineer is nobody.

The walking of Man is falling forwards.

We know truth when we see it, from opinion, as we know when we are awake that we are awake.

Conversation is an art in which a man has all mankind for his competitors, for it is that which all are practising every day while they live.

Is the parent better than the child into whom he has cast his ripened being? Whence, then, this worship of the past?

From Washington, proverbially "the city of distances," through all its cities, states, and territories, it is a country of beginnings, of projects, of designs, and expectations.