A curiosity in America today is the insistent effort to make the dollar rule ideas and ideals.
Keeping house resembles a clock. You wind it up on Saturday night and it puts in the rest of the week in running down.
Life is about as satisfactory in its attempts as the thrusts of swordsmen fencing with blindfolded eyes.
One of my greatest regrets has been that life has no back door.
Necessity is quite as often the mother of goodness as invention.
In the old wars recorded eloquently in tapestries, marbles, canvasses, men died and kept their faith. The coming wars will be wars of science. They will be fought largely by the brain, in lonely rooms. Men will die just the same, but they will not keep their faith. Sacrifices will be heaped to a new God—Super-Mechanics.
Yet the Greeks used to write songs to Apollo in which they called him both Destroyer and Healer. If circles of time are vast, still they are circles.
Republics have been the world’s dream of justice. Now Science is shaking them sadly. What is there Science is not shaking? Is there a field of mind not attacked?
The thinking of France, the philosophical dreaming of Germany, the peculiarly destructive quality in the brain of the Hebrew, have together been helpful in hastening change. There is no value not suffering transformation.