Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore, Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door.

lines inscribed on the Statue of Liberty your animosities and make your sons Americans.

Sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great.

The trouble with us is that we are ever looking for a princely chance of acquiring riches, or fame, or worth. We are dazzled by what Emerson calls the "shallow Americanism" of the day. We are expecting mastery without apprenticeship, knowledge without study, and riches by credit.

The United States has the power to destroy the world, but not the power to save it alone.

These are times that try men's souls.

The United States never lost a war or won a conference.

There is no room in this country for hyphenated Americanism.

This country will not be a good place for any of us to live in unless we make it a good place for all of us to live in.

...Americans are forever searching for love in forms it never takes, in places it can never be. It must have something to do with the vanished frontier.