Nature, To Be Commanded, Must Be Obeyed.

Man Loves Most That Which Is His Own.

The World Is Coming To An End In 1950.

The Gothic Is Singular In This; One Seems Easily At Home In The Renaissance; One Is Not Too Strange In The Byzantine; As For The Roman, It Is Ourselves; And We Could Walk Blindfolded Through Every Chink And Cranny Of The Greek Mind; All These Styles Seem Modern When We Come Close To Them; But The Gothic Gets Away.

You May Cut Off The Heads Of Every Rich Man Now Living--of Every Statesman--every Literary, And Every Scientific Authority, Without In The Least Changing The Social Situation. Artists, Of Course, Disappeared Long Ago As Social Forces. So Did The Church. Corporations Are Not Elevators, But Levellers, As I See Them.

The Tourist Was The Great Conservative Who Hated Novelty And Adored Dirt.