A man likes his wife to be just clever enough to appreciate his cleverness, and just stupid enough to admire it.

Oh, for the simple life,/For tents and starry skies!

Everything changes but change.

No... the real American has not yet arrived. He is only in the Crucible, I tell you / he will be the fusion of all races, perhaps the coming superman.

America is God's Crucible, the great Melting-Pot where all the races of Europe are melting and re-forming!

America is God