Henry Brooks Adams (February 16, 1838 – March 27, 1918) was an American historian and member of the Adams political family, being descended from two U.S. Presidents.
I want to be advertised and the easiest way is to do something obnoxious and do it well.
Practical politics consists in ignoring facts.
My favorite figure of the American author is that of a man who breeds a favorite dog, which he throws into the Mississippi River for the pleasure of making a splash. The river does not splash, but it drowns the dog.
Average human nature is very coarse, and its ideals must necessarily be average. The world never loved perfect poise. What the world does love is commonly absence of poise, for it has to be amused.
The chief wonder of education is that it does not ruin everybody concerned in it, teachers and taught.
All experience is an arch, to build upon.
Politics, as a practise, whatever its professions, has always been the systematic organization of hatreds.
The mind resorts to reason for want of training.
Susceptibility to the highest forces is the highest genius.
Power is poison. Its effect on Presidents had always been tragic.
The great word Evolution had not yet, in 1860, made a new religion of history, but the old religion had preached the same doctrinefor a thousand years without finding in the entire history of Rome anything but flat contradiction.
He too serves a certain purpose who only stands and cheers.
The progress of evolution from President Washington to President Grant was alone evidence to upset Darwin.
Absolute liberty is absence of restraint; responsibility is restraint; therefore, the ideally free individual is responsible to himself.
That the American, by temperament, worked to excess, was true; work and whiskey were his stimulants; work was a form of vice; but he never cared much for money or power after he earned them.
Power is poison. Its effect on Presidents has been always tragic, chiefly as an almost indecent excitement at first, and a worse reaction afterwards; but also because no mind is so well balanced as to bear the strain of seizing unlimited force without habit or knowledge of it; and finding it disputed with him by hungry packs of wolves and hounds whose lives depend on snatching the carion.
Every one must bear his own universe, and most persons are moderately interested in learning how their neighbors have managed to carry theirs.
As a historian, he felt it his duty to respect everything that had ever been respected, except for the occasional statesman.
The press is the hired agent of a monied system, and set up for no other purpose than to tell lies where their interests are involved. One can trust nobody and nothing.
The idea that any personal deity could find pleasure or profit in torturing a poor woman, by accident, with a fiendish cruelty known to man only in perverted and insane temperaments, could not be held for a moment. For pure blasphemy, it made pure atheism a comfort.