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Wise Men Never Grow Up; Indeed, They Grow Younger, For They Lose The Appalling Worldly Wisdom Of Youth.

We Can Pay Our Debts To The Past By Putting The Future In Debt To Ourselves.

If Those Extra-social Brains Are So Potent, Why After All Do They Effect So Little? A Dull Police-officer, With The Machine Behind Him, Can Afford To Laugh At Most Experiments In Anarchy.

You Think That A Wall As Solid As The Earth Separates Civilization From Barbarism. I Tell You The Division Is A Thread, A Sheet Of Glass. A Touch Here, A Push There, And You Bring Back The Reign Of Saturn.

In Our Modern World We Have Seen Inaugurated The Reign Of A Dull Bourgeois Rationalism, Which Finds Some Inadequate Reason For All Things In Heaven And Earth And Makes A God Of Its Own Infallibility.