The Engine Which Drives Enterprise Is Not

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

Most, Probably, Of Our Decisions To Do Something Positive, The Full Consequences Of Which Will Be Drawn Out Over Many Days To Come, Can Only Be Taken As The Result Of Animal Spirits-a Spontaneous Urge To Action Rather Than Inaction, And Not As The Outcome Of A Weighted Average Of Quantitative Benefits Multiplied By Quantitative Probabilities.

Should Government Refrain From Regulation (taxation), The Worthlessness Of The Money Becomes Apparent And The Fraud Can No Longer Be Concealed.

I Work For A Government I Despise For Ends I Think Criminal.

Like All His Type, Newton Was Wholly Aloof From Women.