The real war will never get in the books.

I like the scientific spirit-the holding off, the being sure but not too sure, the willingness to surrender ideas when the evidence is against them: this is ultimately fine-it always keeps the way beyond open.

But where is what I started for so long ago? And why is it yet unfound?

Other lands have their vitality in a few, a class, but we have it in the bulk of our people.

What a devil art thou, Poverty! How many desires - how many aspirations after goodness and truth - how many noble thoughts, loving wishes toward our fellows, beautiful imaginings thou hast crushed under thy heel, without remorse or pause!

Most works are most beautiful without ornament.

I am not contain'd between my hat and boots.