A Man May Be A Tough, Concentrated,

I Did But See Her Passing By And Yet I Love Her Till I Die.

One Speaks With Great Respect Of Economists, If Only Because They Represent Such A Variety Of Opinions.

A Man May Be A Tough, Concentrated, Successful Moneymaker And Never Contribute To His Country Anything More Than A Horrible Example. A Manager May Be Tough And Practical, Squeezing Out, While The Going Is Good, The Last Ounce Of Profit And Dividend, And May Leave Behind Him An Exhausted Industry And A Legacy Of Industrial Hatred. A Tough Manager May Never Look Outside His Own Factory Walls Or Be Conscious Of His Partnership In A Wider World. I Often Wonder What Strange Cud Such Men Sit Chewing When Their Working Days Are Over, And The Accumulating Riches Of The Mind Have Eluded Them.

Modern History Is, As You All Know, Full Of Examples Of Great Movements That Disappeared Because They Had Ceased To Have Any Genuine Reason For Existence. The Important Thing Is To Have A Faith To Live By, And That Goes For Us In This Party.

Two Days In This City Is Worth Two Months In New York.