The outline of the city became frantic in its effort to explain something that defied meaning. Power seemed to have outgrown its servitude and to have asserted its freedom. The cylinder had exploded, and thrown great masses of stone and steam against the sky.

The tourist was the great conservative who hated novelty and adored dirt.

History will die if not irritated. The only service I can do to my profession is to serve as a flea.

A new friend is always a miracle, but at thirty-three years old, such a bird of paradise rising in the sage-brush was an avatar. One friend in a lifetime is much; two are many; three are hardly

Nothing is more tiresome than a superannuated pedagogue.

Practical politics consists in ignoring facts.

A friend in power is a friend lost.