No Historian Can Take Part With--or Against--the

The Spring Is Here, Young And Beautiful As Ever, And Absolutely Shocking In Its Display Of Reckless Maternity; But The Judas Treewill Bloom For You On The Bosphorus If You Get There In Time. No One Ever Loved The Dog-wood And Judas Tree As I Have Done, And It Is My One Crown Of Life To Be Sure That I Am Going To Take Them With Me To Heaven To Enjoy Real Happiness With The Virgin And Them.

The New American, Like The New European, Was The Servant Of The Powerhouse, As The European Of The Twelfth Century Was The Servant Of The Church.

The Indian Summer Of Life Should Be A Little Sunny And A Little Sad, Like The Season, And Infinite In Wealth And Depth Of Tone, But Never Hustled.

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 Work Of Internal Government Has Become The Task Of Controlling The Thousands Of Fifth-rate Men.