Yet There Is A Dignity

There Is A Rowdy Strain In American Life, Living Close To The Surface But Running Very Deep. Like An Ape Behind A Mask, It Can Display Itself Suddenly With Terrifying Effect.

The Present Moment Is Nice But It Does Not Last. Living In It Is Like Waiting In A Junction Town For The Morning Limited; The Junction May Be Interesting But Some Day You Will Have To Leave It And You Do Not Know Where The Limited Will Take You.

Shiloh Had As Many Casualties As Waterloo, And Yet There Were Another 20 Waterloos To Come.

Yet There Is A Dignity In The Human Spirit Which Can Become Most Clearly Visible In The Moment Of Defeat And Disaster.

History Does Not Usually Make Real Sense Until Long Afterward.