To The Indefinite, Uncertain Mind Of The

In Taking Out An Insurance Policy One Pays For It In Dollars And Cents, Always At Liberty To Discontinue Payments. If, However, Womans Premium Is A Husband, She Pays For It With Her Name, Her Privacy, Her Self-respect, Her Very Life, Until Death Doth Part.

If I Were To Give A Summary Of The Tendency Of Our Times, I Would Say, Quantity. The Multitude, The Mass Spirit, Dominates Everywhere, Destroying Quality. Our Entire Life--production, Politics, And Education--rests On Quantity, On Numbers. The Worker Who Once Took Pride In The Thoroughness And Quality Of His Work, Has Been Replaced By Brainless, Incompetent Automatons, Who Turn Out Enormous Quantities Of Things, Valueless To Themselves, And Generally Injurious To The Rest Of Mankind. Thus Quantity, Instead Of Adding To Life's Comforts And Peace, Has Merely Increased Man's Burden.

Anarchism Aims To Strip Labor Of Its Deadening, Dulling Aspect, Of Its Gloom And Compulsion. It Aims To Make Work An Instrument Of Joy, Of Strength, Of Color, Of Real Harmony, So That The Poorest Sort Of A Man Should Find In Work Both Recreation And Hope.

Prostitution, Although Hounded, Imprisoned, And Chained, Is Nevertheless The Greatest Triumph Of Puritanism.

It Is Safe To Say That No Other Superstition Is So Detrimental To Growth, So Enervating And Paralyzing To The Minds And Hearts Of The People, As The Superstition Of Morality.