So Long As There Is Any Subject

Politics Is Organized Hatred, That Is Unity.

Is There Something In Trade That Desiccates And Flattens Out, That Turns Men Into Dried Leaves At The Age Of Forty? Certainly There Is. It Is Not Due To Trade But To Intensity Of Self-seeking, Combined With Narrowness Of Occupation. Business Has Destroyed The Very Knowledge In Us Of All Other Natural Forces Except Business.

The Reason For The Slow Progress Of The World Seems To Lie In A Single Fact. Every Man Is Born Under The Yoke, And Grows Up Beneath The Oppressions Of His Age. He Can Only Get A Vision Of The Unselfish Forces In The World By Appealing To Them, And Every Appeal Is A Call To Arms. If He Fights He Must Fight, Not One Man, But A Conspiracy. He Is Always At War With A Civilization. On His Side Is Proverbial Philosophy, A Galaxy Of Invisible Saints And Sages, And The Half-developed Consciousness And Professions Of Everybody. Against Him Is The World, And Every Selfish Passion In His Own Heart.

The Fact That A Man Is To Vote Forces Him To Think. You May Preach To A Congregation By The Year And Not Affect Its Thought Because It Is Not Called Upon For Definite Action. But Throw Your Subject Into A Campaign And It Becomes A Challenge.

Every Generation Is A Secret Society And Has Incommunicable Enthusiasms, Tastes, And Interests Which Are A Mystery Both To Its Predecessors And To Posterity.