The First Thing A Principle Does Is

To Make A Precise Scientific Description Of Reality Out Of Words Is Like Trying To Build A Rigid Structure Out Of Pure Quicksilver.

Unless We Do Change Our Whole Way Of Thought About Work, I Do Not Think We Shall Ever Escape From The Appalling Squirrel-cage Of Economic Confusion In Which We Have Been Madly Turning For The Last Three Centuries Or So, The Cage In Which We Landed Ourselves By Acquiescing In A Social System Based Upon Envy And Avarice. A Society In Which Consumption Has To Be Artificially Stimulated In Order To Keep Production Going Is A Society Founded On Trash And Waste.

Praise God (or Whatever It Is) From (if Direction Exists) Whom (if Personality Exists) All Blessings (if That Word Corresponds To Any Percept Of Objective Reality) Flow (if Heraclitus And Bergson And Einstein Are Correct In Stating That Everything Is More Or Less Flowing About).

If People Will Bring Dynamite Into A Powder Factory, They Must Expect Explosions.

Whereas, Up To The Present, There Is Only One Known Way Of Getting Born, There Are Endless Ways Of Getting Killed.