A Good, Very Good, Not

So Long As All The Increased Wealth Which Modern Progress Brings Goes But To Build Up Great Fortunes, To Increase Luxury And Make Sharper The Contrast Between The House Of Have And The House Of Want, Progress Is Not Real And Cannot Be Permanent.

There Are People Into Whose Heads It Never Enters To Conceive Of Any Better State Of Society Than That Which Now Exists.

At The Beginning Of This Marvelous Era It Was Natural To Expect, And It Was Expected, That Laborsaving Inventions Would Lighten The Toil And Improve The Condition Of The Laborer; That The Enormous Increase In The Power Of Producing Wealth Would Make Real Poverty A Thing Of The Past... From Progress And Poverty, To Those Who, Seeing The Vice And Misery That Spring From The Unequal Distribution Of Wealth And Privilege, Feel The Possibility Of A Higher Social State And Would Strive For Its Attainment.

Passing Into Higher Forms Of Desire, That Which Slumbered In The Plant, And Fitfully Stirred In The Beast, Awakes In The Man.

No Person, I Think, Ever Saw A Herd Of Buffalo, Of Which A Few Were Fat And The Great Majority Lean. No Person Ever Saw A Flock Of Birds, Of Which Two Or Three Were Swimming In Grease, And The Others All Skin And Bone.