Economics is a very dangerous science.
In this autumn of 1919, in which I write, we are at the dead season of our fortunes.
There is no intrinsic reason for the scarcity of capital.
The friends of gold will have to be extremely wise and moderate if they are to avoid a revolution.
Whenever you save five shillings you put a man out of work for a day.
If economists could manage to get themselves thought of as humble, competent people on a level with dentists, that would be splendid.