The Maxwell School of Citizenship and Public Affairs (commonly known as the Maxwell School) is the public policy school of Syracuse University. The school conducts research and offers graduate degrees in the social sciences, public administration, and international affairs.
The Maxwell School is the oldest public affairs school in the United States. It is regarded as one of the country's most prestigious schools of public policy; U.S. News & World Report consistently ranks the Maxwell School as the leading graduate school of public affairs in the United States (see: Rankings).
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“Aw, it’s just like a woman. When the shootin’s all over and everything’s safe, they pass out.”
—Griffin Jay, and Maxwell Shane (1905–1983)
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—Marshall McLuhan (1911–1980)
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—O. Henry [William Sydney Porter] (1862–1910)
“What arouses the indignation of the honest satirist is not, unless the man is a prig, the fact that people in positions of power or influence behave idiotically, or even that they behave wickedly. It is that they conspire successfully to impose upon the public a picture of themselves as so very sagacious, honest and well-intentioned.”
—Claud Cockburn (1904–1981)
“Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. On the farm the weather was the great fact, and men’s affairs went on underneath it, as the streams creep under the ice. But in Black Hawk the scene of human life was spread out shrunken and pinched, frozen down to the bare stalk.”
—Willa Cather (1873–1947)