If One Shed Tears, They Must Be

Power Is Poison. Its Effect On Presidents Has Been Always Tragic, Chiefly As An Almost Indecent Excitement At First, And A Worse Reaction Afterwards; But Also Because No Mind Is So Well Balanced As To Bear The Strain Of Seizing Unlimited Force Without Habit Or Knowledge Of It; And Finding It Disputed With Him By Hungry Packs Of Wolves And Hounds Whose Lives Depend On Snatching The Carion.

Everyone Carries His Own Inch Rule Of Taste, And Amuses Himself By Applying It, Triumphantly, Wherever He Travels.

If Our Minds Could Get Hold Of One Abstract Truth, They Would Be Immortal So Far As That Truth Is Concerned. My Trouble Is To Find Out How We Can Get Hold Of The Truth At All.

The First Serious Consciousness Of Nature's Gesture - Her Attitude Towards Life-took Form Then As A Phantasm, A Nightmare, All Insanity Of Force. For The First Time, The Stage-scenery Of The Senses Collapsed; The Human Mind Felt Itself Stripped Naked, Vibrating In A Void Of Shapeless Energies, With Resistless Mass, Colliding, Crushing, Wasting, And Destroying What These Same Energies Had Created And Labored From Eternity To Perfect.

A New Friend Is Always A Miracle, But At Thirty-three Years Old, Such A Bird Of Paradise Rising In The Sage-brush Was An Avatar. One Friend In A Lifetime Is Much; Two Are Many; Three Are Hardly