Society goes on and on and on. It is the same with ideas.
Wars are popular. Contractors make profits; the aristocracy glean honour.
The man who saves time by galloping loses it by missing his way; the shepherd who hurries his flock to get them home spends the night on the mountain looking for the lost; economy does not consist in haste, but in certainty.
We hear war called murder. It is not; it is suicide.
The people do not mind fornication but they loathe adultery.
The trade-unionist has the same limitation imposed upon him as the capitalist. He cannot advance his interests at the expense of society.