Nobody Is Fully Alive Who Cannot Apply

Writing Is Not An End In Itself But Life Transmuted Into Radiance.

Nothing A Man Writes Can Please Him As Profoundly As Something He Does With His Back, Shoulders And Hands. For Writing Is An Artificial Activity. It Is A Lonely And Private Substitute For Conversation.

Materialism Is Decadent And Degenerate Only If The Spirit Of The Nation Has Withered And If Individual People Are So Unimaginative That They Wallow In It.

There Is A Good Deal Of Solemn Cant About The Common Interests Of Capital And Labor. As Matters Stand, Their Only Common Interest Is That Of Cutting Each Others Throat.

Bureaucracies Are Designed To Perform Public Business. But As Soon As A Bureaucracy Is Established, It Develops An Autonomous Spiritual Life And Comes To Regard The Public As Its Enemy.