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[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.

Man Had In The Beginning No Power Of Analysis Or Synthesis Approaching That Of The Spider, Or Even Of The Honey-bee; He Had Acute Sensibility To The Higher Forces. Fire Taught Him Secrets That No Other Animal Could Learn; Running Water Probably Taught Him Even More, Especially In His First Lessons Of Mechanics; The Animals Helped To Educate Him, Trusting Themselves Into His Hands Merely For The Sake Of Their Food, And Carrying His Burdens Or Supplying His Clothing; The Grasses And Grains Were Academies Of Study.

From Cradle To Grave This Problem Of Running Order Through Chaos, Direction Through Space, Discipline Through Freedom, Unity Through Multiplicity, Has Always Been, And Must Always Be, The Task Of Education, As It Is The Moral Of Religion, Philosophy, Science, Art, Politics And Economy; But A Boy's Will Is His Life, And He Dies When It Is Broken, As The Colt Dies In Harness, Taking A New Nature In Becoming Tame.

By Nature, Man Is Lazy, Working Only Under Compulsion; And When He Is Strong We Will Always Live, As Far As He Can, Upon The Labor Or The Property Of The Weak.

A Congressman Is A Pig. The Only Way To Get His Snout From The Trough Is To Rap It Sharply With A Stick.