Too Much Agreement Kills The

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.

Good Government Is The Outcome Of Private Virtue.

A Political Organization Is A Transferable Commodity. You Could Not Find A Better Way Of Killing Virtue Than By Packing It Into One Of These Contraptions Which Some Gang Of Thieves Is Sure To Find Useful.

Every Generation Is A Secret Society And Has Incommunicable Enthusiasms, Tastes, And Interests Which Are A Mystery Both To Its Predecessors And To Posterity.

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.