We are living in the excesses of freedom. Just take a look at 42nd Street and Broadway.

Read, think well of mankind, go to our libraries and rejoice.

Hunting is now to most of us a game, whose relish seems based upon some mystic remembrance, in the blood, of ancient days when to hunter as well as hunted it was a matter of life and death.

Every vice was once a virtue, and may become respectable again, just as hatred becomes respectable in wartime.

Truth will not make us rich, but it will make us free.

A history of civilization shares the presumptuousness of every philosophical enterprise: it offers the ridiculous spectacle of a fragment expounding the whole. Like philosophy, such a venture has no rational excuse, and is at best but a brave stupidity; but let us hope that, like philosophy, it will always lure some rash spirits into its fatal depths.

The South creates the civilizations, the North conquers them, ruins them, borrows from them, spreads them: this is one summary of history.