The Woman Who Is Known Only Through

Modern Politics Is, At Bottom, A Struggle Not Of Men But Of Forces. The Men Become Every Year More And More Creatures Of Force, Massed About Central Powerhouses. The Conflict Is No Longer Between The Men, But Between The Motors That Drive The Men, And The Men Tend To Succumb To Their Own Motive Forces.

Charles Sumner's Mind Had Reached The Calm Of Water Which Receives And Reflects Images Without Absorbing Them; It Contains Nothing But Itself.

The Outline Of The City Became Frantic In Its Effort To Explain Something That Defied Meaning. Power Seemed To Have Outgrown Its Servitude And To Have Asserted Its Freedom. The Cylinder Had Exploded, And Thrown Great Masses Of Stone And Steam Against The Sky.

My Rule In Making Up Examination Questions Is To Ask Questions Which I Can't Myself Answer. It Astounds Me To See How Some Of My Students Answer Questions Which Would Play The Deuce With Me.

No Man Means All He Says, And Yet Very Few Say All They Mean, For Words Are Slippery And Thought Is Viscous.