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One Of The Deepest Impulses In Man Is The Impulse To Record, - To Scratch A Drawing On A Tusk Or Keep A Diary, To Collect Sagas And Heap Cairns. This Instinct As To The Enduring Value Of The Past Is, One Might Say, The Very Basis Of Civilization.

A Vision Of Truth Which Does Not Call Upon Us To Get Out Of Our Armchair - Why, This Is The Desideratum Of Mankind.

I Want To Find Someone On The Earth So Intelligent That He Welcomes Opinions Which He Condemns.

All Progress Is Experimental.

Is There Something In Trade That Desiccates And Flattens Out, That Turns Men Into Dried Leaves At The Age Of Forty? Certainly There Is. It Is Not Due To Trade But To Intensity Of Self-seeking, Combined With Narrowness Of Occupation. Business Has Destroyed The Very Knowledge In Us Of All Other Natural Forces Except Business.