Politics Is Organized Hatred, That Is Unity.

If American Politics Does Not Look To You Like A Joke, A Tragic Dance; If You Have Enough Blindness Left In You, On Any Plea, On Any Excuse, To Vote For The Democratic Party Or The Republican Party (for At Present Machine And Party Are One), Or For Any Candidate Who Does Not Stand For A New Era, -- Then You Yourself Pass Into The Slide Of The Magic-lantern; You Are An Exhibit, A Quaint Product, A Curiosity Of The American Soil. You Are Part Of The Problem.

People Get So In The Habit Of Worry That If You Save Them From Drowning And Put Them On A Bank To Dry In The Sun With Hot Chocolate And Muffins They Wonder Whether They Are Catching Cold.

The Fact That A Man Is To Vote Forces Him To Think.

People Who Love Soft Methods And Hate Iniquity Forget This; That Reform Consists In Taking A Bone From A Dog. Philosophy Will Not Do It.

One Of The Deepest Impulses In Man Is The Impulse To Record, - To Scratch A Drawing On A Tusk Or Keep A Diary, To Collect Sagas And Heap Cairns. This Instinct As To The Enduring Value Of The Past Is, One Might Say, The Very Basis Of Civilization.