American politics is a struggle, not of men but of forces. The men become every year more and more creatures of force, massed about central power houses.

Energy is the inherent effort of every multiplicity to become unity.

To my fancy, one looks back on life, it has only two responsibilities, which include all the others: one is the bringing of new life into existence; the other, educating it after it is brought in. All betrayals of trust result from these original sins.

No man likes to have his intelligence or good faith questioned, especially if he has doubts about it himself.

The new American, like the new European, was the servant of the powerhouse, as the European of the twelfth century was the servant of the Church.

The habit of expression leads to the search for something to express. Something remains as a residuum of the commonplace itself, if one strikes out every commonplace in the expression.

It [love] is a disease to be born with patience, like any nervous complaint, and to be treated with counter-irritants.