Politics Are A Very Unsatisfactory Game.

The First Serious Consciousness Of Nature's Gesture - Her Attitude Towards Life-took Form Then As A Phantasm, A Nightmare, All Insanity Of Force. For The First Time, The Stage-scenery Of The Senses Collapsed; The Human Mind Felt Itself Stripped Naked, Vibrating In A Void Of Shapeless Energies, With Resistless Mass, Colliding, Crushing, Wasting, And Destroying What These Same Energies Had Created And Labored From Eternity To Perfect.

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.

Chaos Often Breeds Life, When Order Breeds Habit.

The Capacity Of Women To Make Unsuitable Marriages Must Be Considered As The Cornerstone Of Society.

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.