He Too Serves A Certain Purpose Who

Nothing Is Easier Than To Teach Historical Method, But, When Learned, It Has Little Use.

The Spectacle [of American Politics] Resembles That Of Swarms Of Insects Changing From Worms To Wings. They Must Get The Wings Ordie. For Our Salvation, Mr. Wilbur Wright Is Providing Wings. He Will Also Have To Provide A New Insect To Use Them.

For After All Man Knows Mighty Little, And May Some Day Learn Enough Of His Own Ignorance To Fall Down Again And Pray. Not That Icare. Only, If Such Is God's Will, And Fate And Evolution--let There Be God!

That The American, By Temperament, Worked To Excess, Was True; Work And Whiskey Were His Stimulants; Work Was A Form Of Vice; But He Never Cared Much For Money Or Power After He Earned Them.

Modern Politics Is, At Bottom, A Struggle Not Of Men But Of Forces. The Men Become Every Year More And More Creatures Of Force, Massed About Central Powerhouses. The Conflict Is No Longer Between The Men, But Between The Motors That Drive The Men, And The Men Tend To Succumb To Their Own Motive Forces.