I think it is lost.....but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost .

To have great poets, there must be great audiences.

I am as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best.

That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again and ever again, this soiled world.

The Americans, like the English, probably make love worse than any other race.

If there were nothing else of Abraham Lincoln for history to stamp him with, it is enough to send him with his wreath to the memory of all future time, that he endured that hour, that day, bitterer than gall - indeed a crucifixion day - that it did not conquer him - that he unflinchingly stemmed it, and resolved to lift himself and the Union out of it.

Here is not merely a nation but a teeming nation of nations.