Never look backwards or you'll fall down the stairs.

The Guns, Thank God, The Guns.

We are the opening verse of the opening page of the chapter of endless possibilities.

As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn, The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

Take up the White Man's burden -- send forth the best ye breed -- go, bind your sons to exile to serve your captives need.

No one as yet has approached the management of New York in a proper spirit; that is to say, regarding it as the shiftless outcome of squalid barbarism and reckless extravagance. No one is likely to do so, because reflections on the long narrow pig-trough are construed as malevolent attacks against the spirit and majesty of the American people, and lead to angry comparisons.

No printed word, nor spoken plea can teach young minds what they should be. Not all the books on all the shelves - but what the teachers are themselves.