History Is A Tangled Skein

Every Man Should Have A Fair-sized Cemetary In Which To Bury The Faults Of His Friends.

As For America, It Is The Ideal Fruit Of All Your Youthful Hopes And Reforms. Everybody Is Fairly Decent, Respectable, Domestic, Bourgeois, Middle-class, And Tiresome. There Is Absolutely Nothing To Revile Except That It's A Bore.

Thank God, I Never Was Cheerful. I Come From The Happy Stock Of The Mathers, Who, As You Remember, Passed Sweet Mornings Reflecting On The Goodness Of God And The Damnation Of Infants.

It Is Always Good Men Who Do The Most Harm In The World.

The President May Indeed In One Respect Resemble The Commander Of An Army In Peace, But In Another And More Essential Sense He Resembles The Commander Of A Ship At Sea. He Must Have A Helm To Grasp, A Course To Steer, A Port To Seek. He Must Sooner Or Later Be Convinced That A Perpetual Calm Is As Little To His Purpose As A Perpetual Hurricane, And That Without Headway The Ship Can Arrive Nowhere.