The crying sounded even louder out of doors. It was as if all the pain in the world had found a voice

When she was fifteen if you'd told her that when she was twenty she'd be going to bed with bald-headed men and liking it, she would have thought you very abstract.

There is nothing in machinery, there is nothing in embankments and railways and iron bridges and engineering devices to oblige them to be ugly. Ugliness is the measure of imperfection.

No. I cannot expect you to believe it. Take it as a lie--or a prophecy. Say I dreamed it in the workshop. Consider I have been speculating upon the destinies of our race until I have hatched this fiction. Treat my assertion of its truth as a mere stroke of art to enhance its interest. And taking it as a story, what do you think of it?

This is the end and the beginning of an age. This is something far greater than the French Revolution or the Reformation and we live in it.

A biography should be a dissection and demonstration of how a particular human being was made and worked.

Patriotism has become a mere national self assertion, a sentimentality of flag-cheering with no constructive duties.