The Problem Of The Twentieth Century Is

I Insist That The Object Of All True Education Is Not To Make Men Carpenters, It Is To Make Carpenters Men.

There Is Always A Certain Glamour About The Idea Of A Nation Rising Up To Crush An Evil Simply Because It Is Wrong. Unfortunately, This Can Seldom Be Realized In Real Life; For The Very Existence Of The Evil Usually Argues A Moral Weakness In The Very Place Where Extraordinary Moral Strength Is Called For.

One Reads The Truer Deeper Facts Of Reconstruction With A Great Despair. It Is At Once So Simple And Human, And Yet So Futile. There Is No Villain, No Idiot, No Saint. There Are Just Men; Men Who Crave Ease And Power, Men Who Know Want And Hunger, Men Who Have Crawled. They All Dream And Strive With Ecstasy Of Fear And Strain Of Effort, Balked Of Hope And Hate. Yet The Rich World Is Wide Enough For All, Wants All, Needs All. So Slight A Gesture, A Word, Might Set The Strife In Order, Not With Full Content, But With Growing Dawn Of Fulfillment. Instead Roars The Crash Of Hell.

We Must Complain. Yes, Plain, Blunt Complaint, Ceaseless Agitation, Unfailing Exposure Of Dishonesty And Wrong - This Is The Ancient, Unerring Way To Liberty And We Must Follow It.

Herein Lies The Tragedy Of The Age: Not That Men Are Poor, - All Men Know Something Of Poverty. Not That Men Are Wicked, - Who Is Good? Not That Men Are Ignorant, - What Is Truth? Nay, But That Men Know So Little Of Men.