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The Reason For The Slow Progress Of The World Seems To Lie In A Single Fact. Every Man Is Born Under The Yoke, And Grows Up Beneath The Oppressions Of His Age. He Can Only Get A Vision Of The Unselfish Forces In The World By Appealing To Them, And Every Appeal Is A Call To Arms. If He Fights He Must Fight, Not One Man, But A Conspiracy. He Is Always At War With A Civilization. On His Side Is Proverbial Philosophy, A Galaxy Of Invisible Saints And Sages, And The Half-developed Consciousness And Professions Of Everybody. Against Him Is The World, And Every Selfish Passion In His Own Heart.

Politics Is Organized Hatred, That Is Unity.

The Worst Enemy Of Good Government Is Not Our Ignorant Foreign Voter, But Our Educated Domestic Railroad President, Our Prominent Business Man, Our Leading Lawyer.

The Average Educated Man In America Has About As Much Knowledge Of What A Political Idea Is As He Has Of The Principles Of Counterpoint. Each Is A Thing Used In Politics Or Music Which Those Fellows Who Practice Politics Or Music Manipulate Somehow. Show Him One And He Will Deny That It Is Politics At All. It Must Be Corrupt Or He Will Not Recognize It. He Has Only Seen Dried Figs. He Has Only Thought Dried Thoughts. A Live Thought Or A Real Idea Is Against The Rules Of His Mind.

The Reason For The Slow Progress Of The World Seems To Lie In A Single Fact. Every Man Is Born Under The Yoke, And Grows Up Beneath The Oppressions Of His Age.