America Is A Country Of

The Finest Poems Of The World Have Been Expedients To Get Bread.

How We Hate This Solemn Ego That Accompanies The Learned, Like A Double, Wherever He Goes.

It Is One Soul Which Animates All Men.

If The Race Is Good, So Is The Place.

If I Cannot Brag Of Knowing Something, Then I Brag Of Not Knowing It; At Any Rate, Brag.