As Long As There Is Poverty There

Our Knowledge Is A Receding Mirage In An Expanding Desert Of Ignorance.

A History Of Civilization Shares The Presumptuousness Of Every Philosophical Enterprise: It Offers The Ridiculous Spectacle Of A Fragment Expounding The Whole. Like Philosophy, Such A Venture Has No Rational Excuse, And Is At Best But A Brave Stupidity; But Let Us Hope That, Like Philosophy, It Will Always Lure Some Rash Spirits Into Its Fatal Depths.

If I Were Rich I Would Have Many Books, And I Would Pamper Myself With Bindings Bright To The Eye And Soft To The Touch, Paper Generously Opaque, And Type Such As Men Designed When Printing Was Very Young. I Would Dress My Gods In Leather And Gold, And Burn Candles Of Worship Before Them At Night, And String Their Names Like Beads On A String.

The Crossroads Of Trade Are The Meeting Place Of Ideas, The Attrition Ground Of Rival Customs And Beliefs; Diversities Beget Conflict, Comparison, Thought; Superstitions Cancel One Another, And Reason Begins.

We Are Living In The Excesses Of Freedom. Just Take A Look At 42nd Street And Broadway.