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You, the Spirit of the Settlement! ... Not understand that America is God's crucible, the great melting-pot where all the read more
You, the Spirit of the Settlement! ... Not understand that America is God's crucible, the great melting-pot where all the races of Europe are melting and re-forming! Here, you stand, good folk, think I, when I see them at Ellis Island, here you stand in your fifty groups, with your fifty languages and histories, and your fifty blood hatreds and rivalries... - Melting Pot, The.
Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.
Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.
Our poetry in the eighteenth century was prose; our prose in the
seventeenth, poetry.
Our poetry in the eighteenth century was prose; our prose in the
seventeenth, poetry.
Author: A fool, who, not content with having bored those who have lived with him, insists on tormenting the generations read more
Author: A fool, who, not content with having bored those who have lived with him, insists on tormenting the generations to come.
The philosophy exam was a piece of cake -- which was a bit of a surprise, actually, because I was read more
The philosophy exam was a piece of cake -- which was a bit of a surprise, actually, because I was expecting some questions on a sheet of paper.
In literature as in ethics, there is danger, as well as glory, in being subtle. Aristocracy isolates us.
In literature as in ethics, there is danger, as well as glory, in being subtle. Aristocracy isolates us.
I dare say I am compelled, unconsciously compelled, now to write volume after volume, as in past years I was read more
I dare say I am compelled, unconsciously compelled, now to write volume after volume, as in past years I was compelled to go to sea, voyage after voyage. Leaves must follow upon each other as leagues used to follow in the days gone by, on and on to the appointed end, which, being truth itself, is one -- one for all men and for all occupations.
Teaching is not a lost art, but the regard for it is a losttradition.
Teaching is not a lost art, but the regard for it is a losttradition.
People create stories create people; or rather stories create people create stories.
People create stories create people; or rather stories create people create stories.
