If It Were Worth While To Argue

The Idea That Any Personal Deity Could Find Pleasure Or Profit In Torturing A Poor Woman, By Accident, With A Fiendish Cruelty Known To Man Only In Perverted And Insane Temperaments, Could Not Be Held For A Moment. For Pure Blasphemy, It Made Pure Atheism A Comfort.

American Politics Is A Struggle, Not Of Men But Of Forces. The Men Become Every Year More And More Creatures Of Force, Massed About Central Power Houses.

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.

If Any One Of Us Has Had An Ambition Higher Than That Of Making Money; A Motive Better Than That Of Expediency; A Faith Warmer Than That Of Reasoning; A Love Purer Than That Of The Self; He Has Been Slow To Express It; Still Slower To Urge It.

The Work Of Internal Government Has Become The Task Of Controlling The Thousands Of Fifth-rate Men.