The cure for bad politics is the same as the cure for tuberculosis. It is living in the open.
The natural man inevitably rebels against mathematics, a mild form of torture that could only be learned by painful processes of drill.
A living thing is born.
Any man that resists the present tides that run in the world, will find himself thrown upon a shore so high and barren that it will seem he has been separated from his human kind forever.
I am so glad that I am young, so that I may give my youth to you.
God knows that any man who would seek the presidency of the United States is a fool for his pains. The burden is all but intolerable, and the things that I have to do are just as much as the human spirit can carry.
We shall not, I believe, be obliged to alter our policy of watchful waiting.
Statesmen have to bend to the collective will of their peoples or be broken.
This little world, this little state, this little commonwealth of our own...
I am not willing to be drawn further into the toils. I cannot accede to the acceptance of gifts upon terms which take the educational policy of the university out of the hands of the Trustees and Faculty and permit it to be determined by those who give money.
Death comes along like a gas bill one can’t payand that’s all one can sayabout it.
Reality is what I see, not what you see.
I believe very profoundly in an over-ruling Providence, and I do not fear that any real plans can be thrown off the track. It maynot be intended that I shall be President – but that would not break my heart.
I am one who fights without a knack of hoping confidentlysimply a Scotch-Irishman who will not be conquered.
I believe in human liberty as I believe in the wine of life. There is no salvation for men in the pitiful condescension of industrial masters. Guardians have no place in a land of freemen.
If Freud had worn a kilt in the prescribed Highland manner he might have had a very different attitude to genitals.
Music says nothing to the reason: it is a kind of closely structured nonsense.
The westward march has stopped, upon the final plains of the Pacific; and now the plot thickenswith the change, the pause, the settlement, our people draw into closer groups, stand face to face, to know each other and be known.
Here lies, in a “horizontal” position The “outside” case of Peter Pendulum, watch-maker. He departed this life “wound up” In hopes of being “taken in hand” by his Maker, And of being thoroughly “cleaned, repaired” and “set a-going” In the world to come.
We are expected to put the utmost energy, of every power that we have, into the service of our fellow men, never sparing ourselves, not condescending to think of what is going to happen to ourselves, but ready, if need be, to go to the utter length of self-sacrifice.