Oh, My Friends, Be Warned By Me,

Let Us Then Repeat And Firmly Fix This Main Point: The Evil, The Root Evil, Of That To Which The Term Capitalism Has Come To Be Applied, Is Neither Its Functioning For Profit Nor Its Dependence Upon Legally Protected Private Property; But The Presence Of A Proletariat, That Is Of Men Possessing Political Freedom, But Dispossessed Of Economic Freedom, And Existing In Such Large Numbers In Any Community As To Determine The Tone Of All That Community.

The Tender Evenlode That Makes Her Meadows Hush To Hear The Sound Of Waters Mingling In The Brakes, And Binds My Heart To English Ground. A Lovely River, All Alone, She Lingers In The Hills And Holds A Hundred Little Towns Of Stone, Forgotten In The Western Wolds.

The Reformation Has Been Called In A Biting Epigram "a Rising Of The Rich Against The Poor."

The Microbe Is So Very Small You Cannot Make Him Out At All, But Many Sanguine People Hope To See Him Through A Microscope.

These Are The Advantages Of Travel, That One Meets So Many Men Whom One Would Otherwise Never Meet, And That One Feeds As It Were Upon The Complexity Of Mankind