The Worst Enemy Of Good Government Is

The Men And Woman Who Make The Best Boon Companions Seem To Have Given Up Hope Of Doing Something Else...some Defect Of Talent Or Opportunity Has Cut Them Off From Their Pet Ambition And Has Thus Left Them With Leisure To Take An Interest In Their Lives Of Others. Your Ambition May Be, It Makes Him Keep His Thoughts At Home. But The Heartbroken People - If I May Use The Word In A Mild, Benevolent Sense - The People Whose Wills Are Subdued To Fate, Give Us Consolation, Recognition, And Welcome.

All Progress Is Experimental.

One Of The Deepest Impulses In Man Is The Impulse To Record, - To Scratch A Drawing On A Tusk Or Keep A Diary, To Collect Sagas And Heap Cairns. This Instinct As To The Enduring Value Of The Past Is, One Might Say, The Very Basis Of Civilization.

A Magazine Or A Newspaper Is A Shop. Each Is An Experiment And Represents A New Focus, A New Ratio Between Commerce And Intellect.

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.