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    Any honest examination of the national life proves how far we are from the standard of human freedom with which we began. The recovery of this standard demands of everyone who loves this country a hard look at himself, for the greatest achievments must begin somewhere, and they always begin with the person. If we are not capable of this examination, we may yet become one of the most distinguished and monumental failures in the history of nations.
    James Baldwin (1924–1987)

    Anyone who has a child today should train him to be either a physicist or a ballet dancer. Then he’ll escape.
    —W.H. (Wystan Hugh)

    But there are advantages to being elected President. The day after I was elected, I had my high school grades classified Top Secret.
    Ronald Reagan (b. 1911)

    I fear that I have not got much to say about Canada, not having seen much; what I got by going to Canada was a cold.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

    When other Ladies to the Shades go down,
    Still Flavia, Chloris, Celia stay in Town;
    Those Ghosts of Beauty ling’ring there abide,
    And haunt the places where their Honour dy’d.
    Alexander Pope (1688–1744)

    He tries by a peculiar speech to speak
    The peculiar potency of the general,
    To compound the imagination’s Latin with
    The lingua franca et jocundissima.
    Wallace Stevens (1879–1955)

    In the centre of his cage
    The pacing animal
    Surveys the jungle cove
    And slicks his slithering wiles
    To turn the venereal awl
    In the livid wound of love.
    Allen Tate (1899–1979)

    One of my playmates, who was apprenticed to a printer, and was somewhat of a wag, asked his master one afternoon if he might go a-fishing, and his master consented. He was gone three months. When he came back, he said that he had been to the Grand Banks, and went to setting type again as if only an afternoon had intervened.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)