Geneva Has The Sleepy Tidiness Of A

War Vies With Magic In Its Efforts To Get Something For Nothing.

Every Generation Revolts Against Its Fathers And Makes Friends With Its Grandfathers.

The Humanities And Science Are Not In Inherent Conflict But Have Become Separated In The Twentieth Century. Now Their Essential Unity Must Be Re-emphasized, So That Twentieth-century Multiplicity May Become Twentieth-century Unity.

Nothing About His Life Is More Strange To [man] Or More Unaccountable In Purely Mundane Terms Than The Stirrings He Finds In Himself, Usually Fitful But Sometimes Overwhelming, To Look Beyond His Animal Existence And Not Be Fully Satisfied With Its Immediate Substance. He Lacks The Complacency Of The Other Animals: He Is Obsessed By Pride And Guilt, Pride At Being Something More Than A Mere Animal, Built At Falling Short Of The High Aims He Sets For Himself.

In The Name Of Economy A Thousand Wasteful Devices Would Be Invented; And In The Name Of Efficiency New Forms Of Mechanical Time-wasting Would Be Devised: Both Processes Gained Speed Through The Nineteenth Century And Have Come Close To The Limit Of Extravagant Futility In Our Own Time. But Labor-saving Devices Could Only Achieve Their End-that Of Freeing Mankind For Higher Functions-if The Standard Of Living Remained Stable. The Dogma Of Increasing Wants Nullified Every Real Economy And Set The Community In A Collective Squirrel-cage.