We Combat Obstacles In Order To Get

From Cradle To Grave This Problem Of Running Order Through Chaos, Direction Through Space, Discipline Through Freedom, Unity Through Multiplicity, Has Always Been, And Must Always Be, The Task Of Education, As It Is The Moral Of Religion, Philosophy, Science, Art, Politics And Economy; But A Boy's Will Is His Life, And He Dies When It Is Broken, As The Colt Dies In Harness, Taking A New Nature In Becoming Tame.

Power Is Poison. Its Effect On Presidents Has Been Always Tragic, Chiefly As An Almost Indecent Excitement At First, And A Worse Reaction Afterwards; But Also Because No Mind Is So Well Balanced As To Bear The Strain Of Seizing Unlimited Force Without Habit Or Knowledge Of It; And Finding It Disputed With Him By Hungry Packs Of Wolves And Hounds Whose Lives Depend On Snatching The Carion.

The World Is Coming To An End In 1950.

You May Cut Off The Heads Of Every Rich Man Now Living--of Every Statesman--every Literary, And Every Scientific Authority, Without In The Least Changing The Social Situation. Artists, Of Course, Disappeared Long Ago As Social Forces. So Did The Church. Corporations Are Not Elevators, But Levellers, As I See Them.

One Does Every Day And Without A Second Thought, What At Another Time Would Be The Event Of A Year, Perhaps Of A Life.