Charles Sumner's mind had reached the calm of WATER which receives and reflects images without absorbing them; it contains nothing but itself.

One sought not absolute truth. One sought only a spool on which to wind the thread of history without breaking it.

Unity is vision; it must have been part of the process of learning to see.

Nothing in education is so astonishing as the amount of ignorance it accumulates in the form of inert facts.

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.

I am an anarchist in politics and an impressionist in art as well as a symbolist in literature. Not that I understand what these terms mean, but I take them to be all merely synonyms of pessimist.

Nothing is easier than to teach historical method, but, when learned, it has little use.