Politics Is Simply The Organization Of Hatreds.

As History Stands, It Is A Sort Of Chinese Play, Without End And Without Lesson.

The Historian Must Not Try To Know What Is Truth, If He Values His Honesty; For If He Cares For His Truths, He Is Certain To Falsify His Facts.

Man Always Made, And Still Makes, Grotesque Blunders In Selecting And Measuring Forces, Taken At Random From The Heap, But He Never Made A Mistake In The Value He Set On The Whole, Which He Symbolized As Unity And Worshipped As God. To This Day, His Attitude Towards It Has Never Changed, Though Science Can No Longer Give To Force A Name.

Nothing In Education Is So Astonishing As The Amount Of Ignorance It Accumulates In The Form Of Inert Facts.

As For America, It Is The Ideal Fruit Of All Your Youthful Hopes And Reforms. Everybody Is Fairly Decent, Respectable, Domestic, Bourgeois, Middle-class, And Tiresome. There Is Absolutely Nothing To Revile Except That It's A Bore.