In place of a world, there is a city, a point, in which the whole life of broad regions is collecting while the rest dries up. In place of a type-true people, born of and grown on the soil, there is a new sort of nomad, cohering unstably in fluid masses, the parasitical city dweller, traditionless, utterly matter-of-fact, religionless, clever, unfruitful, deeply contemptuous of the countryman and especially that highest form of countryman, the country gentleman.
Oswald SpenglerPhilosophy, the love of Wisdom, is at the very bottom defence against the incomprehensible.
Oswald SpenglerIf few can stand a long war without deterioration of soul, none can stand a long peace.
Oswald Spengler