I hate photographs abstractly, because they have given me more ideas perversely and immovably wrong, than I ever should get by imagination.

As History stands, it is a sort of Chinese Play, without end and without lesson.

Simplicity is the most deceitful mistress that ever betrayed man.

It is now conceded that all idea of British intervention is at an end... I want to hug the army of the Potomac. I want to get the whole army of Vicksburg drunk at my own expense. I want to fight some small man and lick him.

As for America, it is the ideal fruit of all your youthful hopes and reforms. Everybody is fairly decent, respectable, domestic, bourgeois, middle-class, and tiresome. There is absolutely nothing to revile except that it's a bore.

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

Since [Rousseau's] time, and largely thanks to him, the Ego has steadily tended to efface itself, and, for purposes of model, to become a manikin on which the toilet of education is to be draped in order to show the fit or misfit of the clothes. The object of study is the garment, not the figure.