War Is A Specific Product Of Civilization.

Iron And Coal Dominated Everywhere, From Grey To Black: The Black Boots, The Black Stove-pipe Hat, The Black Coach Or Carriage, The Black Iron Frame Of The Hearth, The Black Cooking Pots And Pans And Stoves. Was It A Mourning? Was It Protective Coloration? Was It Mere Depression Of The Senses? No Matter What The Original Color Of The Paleotechnic Milieu Might Be It Was Soon Reduced By Reason Of The Soot And Cinders That Accompanied Its Activities, To Its Characteristic Tones, Grey, Dirty-brown, Black.

Forget The Damned Motor Car And Build The Cities For Lovers And Friends.

Misery, Mutilation, Destruction, Terror, Starvation And Death Characterize The Process Of War And Form A Principal Part Of The Product.

Nothing Endures Except Life: The Capacity For Birth, Growth, And Renewal.

Nothing Is Unthinkable, Nothing Impossible To The Balanced Person, Provided It Comes Out Of The Needs Of Life And Is Dedicated To Life's Further Development.