Everything Can Be Seen Directly Except The

Study How A Society Uses Its Land, And You Can Come To Pretty Reliable Conclusions As To What Its Future Will Be.

Modern Man Talks Of A Battle With Nature, Forgetting That, If He Won The Battle, He Would Find Himself On The Losing Side

I Cannot Predict The Wind But I Can Have My Sail Ready.

I Certainly Never Feel Discouraged. I Can't Myself Raise The Winds That Might Blow Us Or This Ship Into A Better World. But I Can At Least Put Up The Sail So That When The Winds Comes, I Can Catch It.

I Started By Saying That One Of The Most Fateful Errors Of Our Age Is The Belief That The Problem Of Production Has Been Solved. This Illusion, I Suggested, Is Mainly Due To Our Inability To Recognize That The Modern Industrial System, With All Its Intellectual Sophistication, Consumes The Very Basis On Which Is Has Been Erected. To Use The Language Of The Economist, It Lives On Irreplaceable Capital Which It Cheerfully Treats As Income.