The art finds kingdoms in a foot of ground.

When Daniel Boone goes by at night The phantom deer arise And all lost, wild America Is burning in their eyes.

We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.

Life is not lost by dying! Life is lost, Minute by minute, day by dragging day, In all the thousand, small, uncaring ways...

Broad-streeted Richmond . . . The trees in the streets are old trees used to living with people, Family trees that remember your grandfather's name.

Defeat is a fact and victory can be a fact. If the idea is good, it will survive defeat, it may even survive the victory.

If two New Hampshiremen aren't a match for the devil, we might as well give the country back to the Indians.