I Am Said To Be Difficult Of

Man Tends Always To Satisfy His Needs And Desires With The Least Possible Exertion.

I Have Often Wondered Why The Sounds Of The Beating Drums Do Not Make The Marching Soldiers Shoot Their Officers And Go Home.

The Superficial Distinctions Of Fascism, Bolshevism, Hitlerism, Are The Concern Of Journalists And Publicists; The Serious Student Sees In Them Only One Root-idea Of A Complete Conversion Of Social Power Into State Power.

I Am Said To Be Difficult Of Acquaintance, Unwilling To Meet Any One Half Way, And Showing A Social Manner Which Is Easy, Not Diffident, But Formal And Unresponsive, Tending Constantly To Hold People Off.

Instead Of Recognizing The State As ‘the Common Enemy Of All Well-disposed, Industrious And Decent Men,’ The Run Of Mankind, With Rare Exceptions, Regards It Not Only As A Final And Indispensable Entity, But Also As, In The Main, Beneficent. The Mass-man, Ignorant Of Its History, Regards Its Character And Intentions As Social Rather Than Anti-social; And In That Faith He Is Willing To Put At Its Disposal An Indefinite Credit Of Knavery, Mendacity And Chicane, Upon Which Its Administrators May Draw At Will.