It Is Three And A

The Reason For The Slow Progress Of The World Seems To Lie In A Single Fact. Every Man Is Born Under The Yoke, And Grows Up Beneath The Oppressions Of His Age. He Can Only Get A Vision Of The Unselfish Forces In The World By Appealing To Them, And Every Appeal Is A Call To Arms. If He Fights He Must Fight, Not One Man, But A Conspiracy. He Is Always At War With A Civilization. On His Side Is Proverbial Philosophy, A Galaxy Of Invisible Saints And Sages, And The Half-developed Consciousness And Professions Of Everybody. Against Him Is The World, And Every Selfish Passion In His Own Heart.

Inspired Teachers ... Cannot Be Ordered By The Gross From The Factory. They Must Be Discovered One By One, And Brought Home From The Woods And Swamps Like Orchids. They Must Be Placed In A Conservatory, Not In A Carpenter Shop; And They Must Be Honored And Trusted.

All Progress Is Experimental.

If Any Of You ... Have A Mind To Make Himself Heard A Mile Off, You Must Make A Bonfire Of Your Reputations, And A Close Enemy Of Most Men Who Would Wish You Well.

People Get So In The Habit Of Worry That If You Save Them From Drowning And Put Them On A Bank To Dry In The Sun With Hot Chocolate And Muffins They Wonder Whether They Are Catching Cold.