The Mind Resorts To Reason For Want

Modern Politics Is, At Bottom, A Struggle Not Of Men But Of Forces. The Men Become Every Year More And More Creatures Of Force, Massed About Central Powerhouses. The Conflict Is No Longer Between The Men, But Between The Motors That Drive The Men, And The Men Tend To Succumb To Their Own Motive Forces.

I Firmly Believe, That Before Many Centuries More, Science Will Be The Master Of Man. The Engines He Will Have Invented Will Be Beyond His Strength To Control. Someday, Science Shall Have The Existence Of Mankind In Its Power, And The Human Race Commit Suicide By Blowing Up The World.

The Effect Of Power And Publicity On All Men Is The Aggravation Of Self, A Sort Of Tumor That Ends By Killing The Victim's Sympathies.

One Friend In A Life-time Is Much; Two Are Many; Three Are Hardly Possible. Friendship Needs A Certain Parallelism Of Life, A Community Of Thought, A Rivalry Of Aim.

All Taxation Is An Evil, But Heavy Taxes, Indiscriminately Levied On Every Everything Are One Of The Greatest Curses That Can Afflict A People