There is something curiously boring about somebody else’s happiness.
Civilization is a progress from an indefinite, incoherent homogeneity toward a definite, coherent heterogeneity.
Everything in nature is lyrical in its ideal essence, tragic in its fate, and comic in its existence.
The country needs and, unless I mistake its temper, the country demands bold, persistent experimentation. It is common sense to take a method and try it if it fails, admit it frankly and try another. But above all, try something.