In The One Branch He Most Needed

I Hate Photographs Abstractly, Because They Have Given Me More Ideas Perversely And Immovably Wrong, Than I Ever Should Get By Imagination.

The Woman Had Once Been Supreme; In France She Still Seemed Potent, Not Merely As A Sentiment But As A Force; Why Was She Unknownin America? For Evidently America Was Ashamed Of Her, And She Was Ashamed Of Herself, Otherwise They Would Not Have Strewn Fig-leaves So Profusely All Over Her. When She Was A True Force, She Was Ignorant Of Fig-leaves, But The Monthly-magazine-made American Female Had Not A Feature That Would Have Been Recognized By Adam. The Trait Was Notorious, And Often Humorous, But Anyone Brought Up Among Puritans Knew That Sex Was Sin. In Any Previous Age, Sex Was Strength.

The Spider-mind Acquires A Faculty Of Memory, And, With It, A Singular Skill Of Analysis And Synthesis, Taking Apart And Putting Together In Different Relations The Meshes Of Its Trap. Man Had In The Beginning No Power Of Analysis Or Synthesis Approaching That Of The Spider, Or Even Of The Honey-bee; But He Had Acute Sensibility To The Higher Forces.

If Washington Were President Now, He Would Have To Learn Our Ways Or Lose His Next Election. Only Fools And Theorists Imagine That Our Society Can Be Handled With Gloves Or Long Poles. One Must Make One's Self A Part Of It. If Virtue Won't Answer Our Purpose, We Must Use Vice, Or Our Opponents Will Put Us Out Of Office, And This Was As True In Washington's Day As It Is Now, And Always Will Be.

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