The World Is Coming To An End

Average Human Nature Is Very Coarse, And Its Ideals Must Necessarily Be Average. The World Never Loved Perfect Poise. What The World Does Love Is Commonly Absence Of Poise, For It Has To Be Amused.

That The American, By Temperament, Worked To Excess, Was True; Work And Whiskey Were His Stimulants; Work Was A Form Of Vice; But He Never Cared Much For Money Or Power After He Earned Them.

If Thought Is Capable Of Being Classed With Electricity, Or Will With Chemical Affinity, As A Mode Of Motion, It Seems Necessary To Fall At Once Under The Second Law Of Thermodynamics As One Of The Energies Which Most Easily Degrades Itself, And, If Not Carefully Guarded, Returns Bodily To The Cheaper Form Called Heat. Of All Possible Theories, This Is Likely To Prove The Most Fatal To Professors Of History.

The Less A Tourist Knows, The Fewer Mistakes He Need Make, For He Will Not Expect Himself To Explain Ignorance.

If Our Minds Could Get Hold Of One Abstract Truth, They Would Be Immortal So Far As That Truth Is Concerned. My Trouble Is To Find Out How We Can Get Hold Of The Truth At All.