Henry Adams

You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a read more

You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.

While history never repeats itself, political patterns do.

While history never repeats itself, political patterns do.

Some day science may have the existence of mankind in power, and the human race can commit suicide by blowing read more

Some day science may have the existence of mankind in power, and the human race can commit suicide by blowing up the world.

Everyone carries his own inch-rule of taste, and amuses himself by applying it, triumphantly, wherever he travels.

Everyone carries his own inch-rule of taste, and amuses himself by applying it, triumphantly, wherever he travels.

The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in read more

The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in wealth and depth of tone, but never hustled.