America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn’t standing still.
ATTRIBUTION:
E.E. (Edward Estlin) Cummings (1894–1962), U.S. poet. repr. In A Miscellany, ed. George J. Firmage (1958). “Why I Like America,” Vanity Fair (New York, May 1927).
