Economics Is A Very Dangerous Science.

In This Autumn Of 1919, In Which I Write, We Are At The Dead Season Of Our Fortunes.

God Has Arrived. I Met Him On The 5:15 Train.

The Immense Accumulations Of Fixed Capital Which, To The Great Benefit Of Mankind, Were Built Up During The Half Century Before The War, Could Never Have Come About In A Society Where Wealth Was Divided Equitably.

Capitalism Is The Extraordinary Belief That The Nastiest Of Men, For The Nastiest Of Reasons, Will Somehow Work For The Benefit Of Us All.

There Is No Harm In Being Sometimes Wrong - Especially If One Is Promptly Found Out.