As History Stands, It Is A Sort

The Press Is The Hired Agent Of A Monied System, And Set Up For No Other Purpose Than To Tell Lies Where Their Interests Are Involved. One Can Trust Nobody And Nothing.

Just As The French Of The Nineteenth Century Invested Their Surplus Capital In A Railway-system In The Belief That They Would Makemoney By It In This Life, In The Thirteenth They Trusted Their Money To The Queen Of Heaven Because Of Their Belief In Her Power To Repay It With Interest In The Life To Come.

Morality Is A Private And Costly Luxury.

You Say That Love Is Nonsense. I Tell You It Is No Such Thing. For Weeks And Months It Is A Steady Physical Pain, An Ache About The Heart, Never Leaving One, By Night Or By Day; A Long Strain On One's Nerves Like Toothache Or Rheumatism, Not Intolerable At Any One Instant, But Exhausting By Its Steady Drain On The Strength.

From Cradle To Grave This Problem Of Running Order Through Chaos, Direction Through Space, Discipline Through Freedom, Unity Through Multiplicity, Has Always Been, And Must Always Be, The Task Of Education, As It Is The Moral Of Religion, Philosophy, Science, Art, Politics And Economy; But A Boy's Will Is His Life, And He Dies When It Is Broken, As The Colt Dies In Harness, Taking A New Nature In Becoming Tame.