History Is A Tangled Skein That One

Politics Are A Very Unsatisfactory Game.

Just As The French Of The Nineteenth Century Invested Their Surplus Capital In A Railway-system In The Belief That They Would Makemoney By It In This Life, In The Thirteenth They Trusted Their Money To The Queen Of Heaven Because Of Their Belief In Her Power To Repay It With Interest In The Life To Come.

The Difference Is Slight, To The Influence Of An Author, Whether He Is Read By Five Hundred Readers, Or By Five Hundred Thousand; If He Can Select The Five Hundred, He Reaches The Five Hundred Thousand.

Since [rousseau's] Time, And Largely Thanks To Him, The Ego Has Steadily Tended To Efface Itself, And, For Purposes Of Model, To Become A Manikin On Which The Toilet Of Education Is To Be Draped In Order To Show The Fit Or Misfit Of The Clothes. The Object Of Study Is The Garment, Not The Figure.

[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.