History knows no resting place and no plateaus.

Foreign Policy is not missionary work.

I am being frank about myself in this book. I tell of my first mistake on page 850.

For other nations, utopia is a blessed past never to be recovered; for Americans it is just beyond the horizon.

We live, but a world has passed away With the years that perished to make us men.

It is not what they built. It is what they knocked down. It is not the houses. It is the spaces between the houses. It is not the streets that exist. It is the…

Cities and Thrones and Powers, Stand in Time's eye, Almost as long as flowers, Which daily die: But, as new buds put forth To glad new men, Out of the spent an…