To speak broadly, the troubles of life as we find them are mainly traceable to the heart or the purse.

We are pushed forward by the social forces, reluctant and stumbling, our faces over our shoulders, clutching at every relic of the past as we are forced along; still adoring whatever is behind us. We insist upon worshipping 'the God of our fathers.' Why not the God of our children? Does eternity only stretch one way?

The one predominant duty is to find one's work and do it.

We have built into the constitution of the human race the habit and desire of taking, as divorced from its natural precursor and concomitant of making.

To be surrounded by beautiful things has much influence upon the human creature; to make beautiful things has more.

But we were made to believe and not allowed to think. We were told to obey, rather than to experiment and investigate.

Patriotism, red hot, is compatible with the existence of a neglect of national interests, a dishonesty, a cold indifference to the suffering of millions. Patriotism is largely pride, and very largely combativeness. Patriotism generally has a chip on its shoulder.