It Is Always Good Men Who Do

[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.

The President May Indeed In One Respect Resemble The Commander Of An Army In Peace, But In Another And More Essential Sense He Resembles The Commander Of A Ship At Sea. He Must Have A Helm To Grasp, A Course To Steer, A Port To Seek. He Must Sooner Or Later Be Convinced That A Perpetual Calm Is As Little To His Purpose As A Perpetual Hurricane, And That Without Headway The Ship Can Arrive Nowhere.

As A Means Of Variation From A Normal Type, Sickness In Childhood Ought To Have A Certain Value Not To Be Classed Under Any Fitness Or Unfitness Of Natural Selection; And Especially Scarlet Fever Affected Boys Seriously, Both Physically And In Character, Though They Might Through Life Puzzle Themselves To Decide Whether It Had Fitted Or Unfitted Them For Success.

My Favorite Figure Of The American Author Is That Of A Man Who Breeds A Favorite Dog, Which He Throws Into The Mississippi River For The Pleasure Of Making A Splash. The River Does Not Splash, But It Drowns The Dog.

I Am Fairly Tired--bored Beyond Endurance--by The World We Live In, And Its Ideals, And Am Ready To Say So, Not Violently, But Kindly, As One Rubs Salt Into The Back Of A Flogged Sailor As Though One Loved Him.