The American Mind, Unlike The English, Is

Genius And Virtue Are To Be More Often Found Clothed In Gray Than In Peacock Bright.

How Delightful Is The Company Of Generous People, Who Overlook Trifles And Keep Their Minds Instinctively Fixed On Whatever Is Good And Positive In The World About Them. People Of Small Caliber Are Always Carping. They Are Bent On Showing Their Own Superiority, Their Knowledge Or Prowess Or Good Breeding. But Magnanimous People Have No Vanity, They Have No Jealousy, And They Feed On The True And The Solid Wherever They Find It. And What Is More, They Find It Everywhere.

The Creative Impulses Of Man Are Always At War With The Possessive Impulses.

Those Of Our Writers Who Have Possessed A Vivid Personal Talent Have Been Paralyzed By A Want Of Social Background.

If Men Were Basically Evil, Who Would Bother To Improve The World Instead Of Giving It Up As A Bad Job At The Outset?