Among The Words That Can Be All

Vanity Is A Static Thing. It Puts It Faith In What It Has, And Is Easily Wounded. Pride Is Active, And Satisfied Only With What It Can Do, Hence Accustomed Not To Feel Small Stings.

Since In Every European Country Between 1870 And 1914 There Was A War Party Demanding Armaments, An Individualist Party Demanding Ruthless Competition, An Imperialist Party Demanding A Free Hand Over Backward Peoples, A Socialist Party Demanding The Conquest Of Power And A Racialist Party Demanding Internal Purges Against Aliens - All Of Them, When Appeals To Greed And Glory Failed, Invoked Spencer And Darwin, Which Was To Say Science Incarnate.

The Piano Is The Social Instrument Par Excellence... Drawing-room Furniture, A Sign Of Bourgeois Prosperity, The Most Massive Of The Devices By Which The Young Are Tortured In The Name Of Education And The Grown-up In The Name Of Entertainment.

History, Like A Vast River, Propels Logs, Vegetation, Rafts, And Debris; It Is Full Of Live And Dead Things, Some Destined For Resurrection; It Mingles Many Waters And Holds In Solution Invisible Substances Stolen From Distant Soils.

To Denounce Does Not Free The Self From What It Hates, Any More Than Ignoring The Past Shuts Off Its Influence.