If we apply the term revolution to what happened in North America between 1776 and 1829, it has a special meaning. Normally, the word describes the process by which man transforms himself from one kind of man, living in one kind of society, with one way of looking at the world, into another kind of man, another society, another conception of life.... The American case is different: it is not a question of the Old Man transforming himself into the New, but of the New Man becoming alive to the fact that he is new, that he has been transformed already without his having realized it.

An unmanly sort of man whose love life seems to have been largely confined to crying in laps and playing mouse.

Whatever the field under discussion, those who engage in debate must not only believe in each other's good faith, but also in their capacity to arrive at the truth.

Human beings are, necessarily, actors who...can be divided...into the sane who know they are acting and the mad who do not.

I know nothing, except what everyone knows - if there when Grace dances, I should dance.

No being can make another one happy.

Like love we don't know where or why Like love we cant compel or fly Like Love we often weep Like Love we seldom keep