The Present In New York Is So

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.

When A Man Talks With Absolute Sincerity And Freedom He Goes On A Voyage Of Discovery. The Whole Company Has Shares In The Enterprise.

Benevolence Alone Will Not Make A Teacher, Nor Will Learning Alone Do It. The Gift Of Teaching Is A Peculiar Talent, And Implies A Need And A Craving In The Teacher Himself.

The Present In New York Is So Powerful That The Past Is Lost.