How can I adopt a creed which, preferring the mud to the fish, exalts the boorish proletariat above the bourgeois and the intelligentsia who, with whatever faults, are the quality in life and surely carry the seeds of all human advancement?

I'd rather be vaguely right than precisely wrong.

I expect to see the State, which is in a position to calculate the marginal efficiency of capital-goods on long views and on the basis of the general social advantage, taking an ever greater responsibility for directly organizing investments.

For my own part, I believe that there is social and psychological justification for significant inequalities of incomes and wealth.

Words ought to be a little wild, for they are the assault of thoughts on the unthinking.

In this autumn of 1919, in which I write, we are at the dead season of our fortunes.

Most men love money and security more, and creation and construction less, as they get older.