If We Never Met Again

A Society That Gives To One Class All The Opportunities For Leisure, And To Another All The Burdens Of Work, Dooms Both Classes To Spiritual Sterility.

The Wonder Is Not That So Much Cacophony Appears In Our Actual Individual Lives, But That There Is Any Appearance Of Harmony And Progression.

We Have Created An Industrial Order Geared To Automatism, Where Feeble-mindedness, Native Or Acquired, Is Necessary For Docile Productivity In The Factory; And Where A Pervasive Neurosis Is The Final Gift Of The Meaningless Life That Issues Forth At The Other End.

The Cities And Mansions That People Dream Of Are Those In Which They Finally Live.

Man's Chief Purpose Is The Creation And Preservation Of Values; That Is What Gives Meaning To Our Civilization, And The Participation In This Is What Gives Significance, Ultimately, To The Individual Human Life.