Quote by Margot Asquith

It is always dangerous to generalize, but the American people, while infinitely generous, are a hard and strong race and, but for the few cemeteries I have seen, I am inclined to think they never die.


It is always dangerous to generalize, but the American peopl

Summary

This quote suggests that while it is risky to make generalizations, the American people exhibit great generosity and resilience. The speaker admires their strong and durable nature and humorously suggests that, based on the limited number of cemeteries they have observed, Americans seemingly never die. This statement highlights a perception of the American spirit that portrays them as a tenacious and enduring people.

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By Margot Asquith
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