I see great things in baseball. It's our game - the American game.

In nothing is there more evolution than the American mind.

O the joy of the strong-brawn'd fighter, towering in the arena in perfect condition, conscious of power, thirsting to meet his opponent.

The best writing has no lace on its sleeves.

I am too not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

...of two simple men I saw today on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, the one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kissed him. While the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms.

Now I see that there is no such thing as love unreturn'd. The pay is certain, one way or another.