Poor Fellow, He Suffers From Files.

He Brings To The Fierce Struggle Of Politics The Tepid Enthusiasm Of A Lazy Summer Afternoon At A Cricket Match.

Stand Not Too Near The Rich Man Lest He Destroy Thee - And Not Too Far Away Lest He Forget Thee.

I Would Rather Be Kept Alive In The Efficient If Cold Altruism Of A Large Hospital Than Expire In A Gush Of Warm Sympathy In A Small One.

He Has The Lucidity Which Is The By-product Of A Fundamentally Sterile Mind. He Does Not Have To Struggle... With The Crowded Pulsations Of A Fecund Imagination. On The Contrary He Is Almost Devoid Of Imagination.

We Could Manage To Survive Without Money Changers And Stockbrokers. We Should Find It Harder To Do Without Miners, Steel Workers And Those Who Cultivate The Land.