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Nothing Is More Tiresome Than A Superannuated Pedagogue.

Modern Politics Is, At Bottom, A Struggle Not Of Men But Of Forces.

The Spider-mind Acquires A Faculty Of Memory, And, With It, A Singular Skill Of Analysis And Synthesis, Taking Apart And Putting Together In Different Relations The Meshes Of Its Trap. Man Had In The Beginning No Power Of Analysis Or Synthesis Approaching That Of The Spider, Or Even Of The Honey-bee; But He Had Acute Sensibility To The Higher Forces.

It Is Now Conceded That All Idea Of British Intervention Is At An End... I Want To Hug The Army Of The Potomac. I Want To Get The Whole Army Of Vicksburg Drunk At My Own Expense. I Want To Fight Some Small Man And Lick Him.

Thank God, I Never Was Cheerful. I Come From The Happy Stock Of The Mathers, Who, As You Remember, Passed Sweet Mornings Reflecting On The Goodness Of God And The Damnation Of Infants.