To Be An American Is

Our Dignity Is Not In What We Do, But What We Understand.

Memory... Is An Internal Rumor.

A Man's Memory May Almost Become The Art Of Continually Varying And Misrepresenting His Past, According To His Interest In The Present.

The Universe, So Far As We Can Observe It, Is A Wonderful And Immense Engine; Its Extent, Its Order, Its Beauty, Its Cruelty, Makes It Alike Impressive.

The Earth Has Music For Those Who Listen.