In Our Entrancement With The

Without Fullness Of Experience, Length Of Days Is Nothing. When Fullness Of Life Has Been Achieved, Shortness Of Days Is Nothing. That Is Perhaps Why The Young Have Usually So Little Fear Of Death; They Live By Intensities That The Elderly Have Forgotten.

Neither Democracy Nor Effective Representation Is Possible Until Each Participant In The Group...devotes A Measurable Part Of His Life To Furthering Its Existence.

Iron And Coal Dominated Everywhere, From Grey To Black: The Black Boots, The Black Stove-pipe Hat, The Black Coach Or Carriage, The Black Iron Frame Of The Hearth, The Black Cooking Pots And Pans And Stoves. Was It A Mourning? Was It Protective Coloration? Was It Mere Depression Of The Senses? No Matter What The Original Color Of The Paleotechnic Milieu Might Be It Was Soon Reduced By Reason Of The Soot And Cinders That Accompanied Its Activities, To Its Characteristic Tones, Grey, Dirty-brown, Black.

It Has Not Been For Nothing That The Word Has Remained Man's Principal Toy And Tool: Without The Meanings And Values It Sustains, All Man's Other Tools Would Be Worthless.

Virtue Is Not A Chemical Product...it Is A Historic Product, Like Language And Literature; And This Means That If We Cease To Care About It, Cease To Cultivate It, Cease To Transmit Its Funded Values, A Large Part Of It Will Become Meaningless, Like A Dead Language To Which We Have Lost The Key.