Forget The Damned Motor Car And Build

The Philosophers Of Industrialism, From Bacon To Bentham, From Smith To Marx, Insisted That The Improvement Of Man's Condition Was The Highest Requirement Of Morality. But In What Did The Improvement Consist? The Answer Seemed So Obvious To Them That They Did Not Bother To Justify It: The Expansion And Fulfillment Of The Material Wants Of Man, And The Spread Of These Benefits, From The Few Who Had Once Preempted Them, To The Many Who Had So Long Lived On The Scraps Dives Had Thrown Into The Gutter.

War Is The Supreme Drama Of A Completely Mechanized Society.

Each Religion Is A Brave Guess At The Authorship Of Hamlet. Yet, As Far As The Play Goes, Does It Make Any Difference Whether Shakespeare Or Bacon Wrote It? Would It Make Any Difference To The Actors If Their Parts Happened Out Of Nothingness, If They Found Themselves Acting On The Stage Because Of Some Gross And Unpardonable Accident? Would It Make Any Difference If The Playwright Gave Them The Lines Or Whether They Composed Them Themselves, So Long As The Lines Were Properly Spoken? Would It Make Any Difference To The Characters If 'a Midsummer Night's Dream' Was Really A Dream?

The Last Step In Parental Love Involves The Release Of The Beloved; The Willing Cutting Of The Cord That Would Otherwise Keep The Child In A State Of Emotional Dependence.

A Day Spent Without The Sight Or Sound Of Beauty, The Contemplation Of Mystery, Or The Search Of Truth Or Perfection Is A Poverty-stricken Day; And A Succession Of Such Days Is Fatal To Human Life.