The Historian Must Not Try To Know

I Am An Anarchist In Politics And An Impressionist In Art As Well As A Symbolist In Literature. Not That I Understand What These Terms Mean, But I Take Them To Be All Merely Synonyms Of Pessimist.

Power Is Poison. Its Effect On Presidents Had Always Been Tragic, Chiefly As An Almost Insane Excitement At First, And A Worse Reaction Afterwards.

The Outline Of The City Became Frantic In Its Effort To Explain Something That Defied Meaning. Power Seemed To Have Outgrown Its Servitude And To Have Asserted Its Freedom. The Cylinder Had Exploded, And Thrown Great Masses Of Stone And Steam Against The Sky.

All State Education Is A Sort Of Dynamo Machine For Polarizing The Popular Mind; For Turning And Holding Its Lines Of Force In The Direction Supposed To Be Most Effective For State Purposes.

The Social Side Of Washington Was To Be Taken For Granted As Three-fourths Of Existence. Politics And Reform Became The Detail, And Waltzing The Profession