Only On The Edge Of The Grave

His Brothers Were The Type; He Was The Variation.

Power Is Poison. Its Effect On Presidents Had Always Been Tragic, Chiefly As An Almost Insane Excitement At First, And A Worse Reaction Afterwards.

The Spectacle [of American Politics] Resembles That Of Swarms Of Insects Changing From Worms To Wings. They Must Get The Wings Ordie. For Our Salvation, Mr. Wilbur Wright Is Providing Wings. He Will Also Have To Provide A New Insect To Use Them.

Energy Is The Inherent Effort Of Every Multiplicity To Become Unity.

Analogies Are Figures Intended To Serve As Fatal Weapons If They Succeed, And As Innocent Toys If They Fail.