Education Is A State-controlled Manufactory Of Echoes.

What Is All Wisdom Save A Collection Of Platitudes? Take Fifty Of Our Current Proverbial Sayings—they Are So Trite, So Threadbare, That We Can Hardly Bring Our Lips To Utter Them. None The Less They Embody The Concentrated Experience Of The Race, And The Man Who Orders His Life According To Their Teaching Cannot Go Far Wrong. How Easy That Seems! Has Any One Ever Done So? Never. Has Any Man Ever Attained To Inner Harmony By Pondering The Experience Of Others? Not Since The World Began! He Must Pass Through The Fire.

There Is In Us A Lyric Germ Or Nucleus Which Deserves Respect; It Bids A Man To Ponder Or Create; And In This Dim Corner Of Himself He Can Take Refuge And Find Consolations Which The Society Of His Fellow Creatures Does Not Provide.

To Find A Friend One Must Close One Eye. To Keep Him...two.

He Talks About The Scylla Of Atheism And The Charybdis Of Christianity - A State Of Mind Which, By The Way, Is Not Conducive To Bold Navigation.

The Present Age, For All Its Cosmopolitan Hustle, Is Curiously Suburban In Spirit.