By All Men Bond To Nothing, Being

The Last Few Decades Have Been Marked By A Special Cultivation Of The Romance Of The Future. We Seem To Have Made Up Our Minds To Misunderstand What Has Happened; And We Turn, With A Sort Of Relief, To Stating What Will Happen-which Is Apparently Much Easier...the Modern Mind Is Forced Towards The Future By A Certain Sense Of Fatigue, Not Unmixed With Terror, With Which It Regards The Past.

To Be Wrong, And To Be Carefully Wrong, That Is The Definition Of Decadence.

Honour Is A Luxury For Aristocrats, But It Is A Necessity For Hall-porters.

Materialists And Madmen Never Have Doubts.

There Is Only One Thing That Stands In Our Midst, Attenuated And Threatened, But Enthroned In Some Power Like A Ghost Of The Middle Ages: The Trade Unions.