Statistics Are The Triumph Of The Quantitative

Great Artistic Talent In Any Direction... Is Hardly Inherent To The Man. It Comes And Goes; It Is Often Possessed Only For A Short Phase In His Life; It Hardly Ever Colors His Character As A Whole And Has Nothing To Do With The Moral And Intellectual Stuff Of The Mind And Soul. Many Great Artists, Perhaps Most Great Artists, Have Been Poor Fellows Indeed, Whom To Know Was To Despise.

One Man In One Mood Will Attack Industrial Capitalism For Its Destruction Of Beauty; Another For Its Incompetence; Another For The Vileness Of The Men Who Chiefly Prosper Under It; Another For Its Mere Confusion And Noise; Another For Its False Values; It Was Until Recently Most Fiercely Attacked For Its Impoverishment Of The Workers, Its Margin Of Unemployment And The Rest - Indeed So Fiercely That It Was Compelled To Seek Palliatives For The Evil. With A Mass Of Men It Was Attacked From A Vague But Strong Sense Of Injustice; It Allowed A Few Rich To Exploit Mankind.

How On Earth Could That Be Done? If You Try To Laugh And Say 'no' At The Same Time, It Sounds Like Neighing - Yet People Are Perpetually Doing It In Novels. If They Did It In Real Life They Would Be Locked Up.

The Terror In Which English Capitalists Now Stand Of Organized Proletarian Resistance Gives To The Naturally Protected Craft Organizations The Power To Receive The Wages They Demand. They Act As They Have Been Trained To Act By Capitalist Society, Which Denies The Doctrine Of The Just Price, Which Proclaims Work To Be An Evil And The Goal Of Human Endeavor To Be The Avoidance Of It; Which Puts It Up As An Ideal That Individuals Should Get As Much Money As They Possibly Can Out Of Their Fellows By Any Means In Their Power.

But If I Be Asked What Sign We May Look For To Show That The Advance Of The Faith Is At Hand I Would Answer By A Word The Modern World Has Forgotten: Persecution. When That Shall Once More Be At Work It Will Be Morning.