Appleton Best Quotes

Cyrus’s father looked at his son. “Is that true?” Cyrus wouldn’t look at his dad, or anyone else. It was hard to look tough when you’re being held in someone’s arms, but he did his best to pull it off, even crossing beefy arms across his chest. “Cyrus, I asked you a question, don’t make me ask twice.” “Yes,” he finally said, very sullen. “I don’t know what got into him, but I’m sorry.” Kevin Appleton said, “When Becky does something wrong she does her own apologizing.” Cyrus’s father glared at Appleton, but he said, “Apologize to the little girl, Cyrus.” “I didn’t mean to hurt her. I wanted to hurt him!” He pointed his own dramatic finger at Matthew. “Matthew didn’t start the fight, Cyrus, you did. Apologize to both of them, now.” He turned a pouting face to Becky. “I’m sorry I hurt you, I didn’t mean to.” “I don’t accept!” Becky said. Her eyes were dark and furious. I liked her.

Well," remarked Mr. Sharp, when Tom and Mr. Damon had called on him, to state that Andy Foger's machine was now on the grounds, and demanding to be allowed to view it, to see if it was an infringement on the one entered by the young inventor, "I'll do the best I can for you. I'll lay the case before the committee. It will meet at once, and I'll let you know what they say.

Judge Appleton White criticized the New England elite for not helping these new immigrants. He thought we should be educating them. These immigrants, like any new wave of immigrants, I believe, represent the values of hard work and self-reliance that founded this country. From White’s memoir, I made the connection in my lecture to the scapegoating that Latin American immigrants face today. This is an old, cyclical story in which people make it here and then they decide to close the doors behind them. The story is repeated whether you’re English, Irish, Jewish, or Latin American immigrants. But these new immigrants, whoever they are, should remind those already here, what it took to make it in America, what desire burned in these immigrants to never give up, and what kind of hope these newcomers had, despite the dangers. These are the best American values. I wanted to write about the new pilgrims of this country — nobody’s children. These people—like Turi, Molly, and Arnulfo—who represent the best values of this country. The values of trying to make it on your own. The values of fighting for your place. The values of helping each other. These are the basic values that started this country and served as its foundation. But too often we have forgotten them, and where these values came from. And this working to become American, to find your place, instead of assuming your privileged place, this is Aristotle through and through. For Aristotle, you need to work and to act to find meaning in the idea of the good. An American who is growing fat and happy in Dallas, or anywhere else, will not have that practical, in-the-trenches Aristotelian understanding of what it takes to belong after a long struggle, like a new immigrant.