The Final Goal Of Human Effort Is

He Who Touches The Soil Of Manhattan And The Pavement Of New York, Touches, Whenever He Knows Or Not, Walt Whitman.

War Is A Specific Product Of Civilization.

Order And Creativity Are Complementary.

A Picture Was Once A Rare Sort Of Symbol, Rare Enough To Call For Attentive Concentration. Now It Is The Actual Experience That Is Rare, And The Picture Has Become Ubiquitous.

In The Name Of Economy A Thousand Wasteful Devices Would Be Invented; And In The Name Of Efficiency New Forms Of Mechanical Time-wasting Would Be Devised: Both Processes Gained Speed Through The Nineteenth Century And Have Come Close To The Limit Of Extravagant Futility In Our Own Time. But Labor-saving Devices Could Only Achieve Their End-that Of Freeing Mankind For Higher Functions-if The Standard Of Living Remained Stable. The Dogma Of Increasing Wants Nullified Every Real Economy And Set The Community In A Collective Squirrel-cage.