There Are Men So Incorrigibly Lazy That

The Profession Of A Prostitute Is The Only Career In Which The Maximum Income Is Paid To The Newest Apprentice. It Is The One Calling In Which At The Beginning The Only Exertion Is That Of Self-indulgence; All The Prizes Are At The Commencement. It Is The Ever-new Embodiment Of The Old Fable Of The Sale Of The Soul To The Devil. The Tempter Offers Wealth, Comfort, Excitement, But In Return The Victim Must Sell Her Soul, Nor Does The Other Party Forget To Exact His Due To The Uttermost Farthing.

There Are Men So Incorrigibly Lazy That No Inducement That You Can Offer Will Tempt Them To Work; So Eaten Up By Vice That Virtue Is Abhorrent To Them, And So Inveterately Dishonest That Theft Is To Them A Master Passion. When A Human Being Has Reached That Stage, There Is Only One Course That Can Be Rationally Pursued. Sorrowfully, But Remorselessly, It Must Be Recognized That He Has Become Lunatic, Morally Demented, Incapable Of Self-government, And That Upon Him, Therefore, Must Be Passed The Sentence Of Permanent Seclusion From A World In Which He Is Not Fit To Be At Large.

Will You Go To His Feet And Place Yourself Entirely At His Disposal?

There Appears To Be A Deeply Embedded Uneasiness In Our Culture About Throwing Away Junk That Can Be Reused. Perhaps, In Part, It Is Guilt About Consumption. Perhaps It Also Feels Unnatural. Mother Nature Doesn't Throw Stuff Away. Dead Trees, Birds, Beetles And Elephants Are Pretty Quickly Recycled By The System.

To Get A Man Soundly Saved It Is Not Enough To Put On Him A Pair Of New Breeches, To Give Him Regular Work, Or Even To Give Him A University Education. These Things Are All Outside A Man, And If The Inside Remains Unchanged You Have Wasted Your Labor. You Must In Some Way Or Other Graft Upon The Man's Nature A New Nature, Which Has In It The Element Of The Divine.