His Brothers Were The Type; He Was

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.

Man Had In The Beginning No Power Of Analysis Or Synthesis Approaching That Of The Spider, Or Even Of The Honey-bee; He Had Acute Sensibility To The Higher Forces. Fire Taught Him Secrets That No Other Animal Could Learn; Running Water Probably Taught Him Even More, Especially In His First Lessons Of Mechanics; The Animals Helped To Educate Him, Trusting Themselves Into His Hands Merely For The Sake Of Their Food, And Carrying His Burdens Or Supplying His Clothing; The Grasses And Grains Were Academies Of Study.

The Chief Wonder Of Education Is That It Does Not Ruin Everybody Concerned In It, Teachers And Taught.

Of All Studies, The One He Would Rather Have Avoided Was That Of His Own Mind. He Knew No Tragedy So Heartrending As Introspection.

Modern Politics Is, At Bottom, A Struggle Not Of Men But Of Forces.