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Beautiful Things, When Taste Is Formed, Are Obviously And Unaccountably Beautiful.

Nothing Can Be Lower Or More Wholly Instrumental Than The Substance And Cause Of All Things.

It Is War That Wastes A Nations Wealth, Chokes Its Industries, Kills Its Flower, Narrows Its Sympathies, Condemns It To Be Governed By Adventurers, And Leaves The Puny, Deformed, And Unmanly To Breed The Next Generation.

It Is Veneer, Rouge, Aestheticism, Art Museums, New Theaters, Etc. That Make America Impotent. The Good Things Are Football, Kindness, And Jazz Bands.

Those Who Speak Most Of Progress Measure It By Quantity And Not By Quality.