The Proper Study Of Mankind Is Woman.

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.

The Spectacle [of American Politics] Resembles That Of Swarms Of Insects Changing From Worms To Wings. They Must Get The Wings Ordie. For Our Salvation, Mr. Wilbur Wright Is Providing Wings. He Will Also Have To Provide A New Insect To Use Them.

I Am Not Prepared To Deny Or Assert Any Proposition Which Concerns Myself; But Certainly This Solitary Struggle With Platitudinous Atoms, Called Men And Women By Courtesy, Leads Me To Wish For My Wife Again. How Did I Ever Hit On The Only Woman In The World Who Fits My Cravings And Never Sounds Hollow Anywhere? Social Chemistry-the Mutual Attraction Of Equivalent Human Molecules-is A Science Yet To Be Created, For The Fact Is My Daily Study And Only Satisfaction In Life.

[after Viewing The Palace Of Electricity At The 1900 Trocadero Exposition In Paris] [saint-gaudens And Matthew Arnold] Felt A Railway Train As Power; Yet They, And All Other Artists, Constantly Complained That The Power Embodied In A Railway Train Could Never Be Embodied In Art. All The Steam In The World Could Not, Like The Virgin, Build Chartres.

No Man, However Strong, Can Serve Ten Years As Schoolmaster, Priest, Or Senator, And Remain Fit For Anything Else.