Well, you've just drunk it, my friend." "I sure have.

Those kids out there, smiling after all that hell; and you and me on the sidewalk, blubbering over 'em! What's the answer?
We're Americans!" "You said it.

Good-bye." Cutty pressed on to the flow and went along with it, lighter in the heart than he had been in many a day.

These two million who lined Fifth Avenue, who cheered, laughed, wept, went silent, cheered again, what did their presence here signify?
That America's day had come; that as a people they were homogeneous at last; that that which laws had failed to bring forth had been accomplished by an ideal.
Bolshevism, socialism--call it what you will--would beat itself into fragments against this Rock of Democracy, which went down to the centre of the world and whose pinnacle touched the stars.

Reincarnation; the simple ideals of the forefathers restored.