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When A Man Talks With Absolute Sincerity And Freedom He Goes On A Voyage Of Discovery. The Whole Company Has Shares In The Enterprise.

Every Generation Is A Secret Society And Has Incommunicable Enthusiasms, Tastes, And Interests Which Are A Mystery Both To Its Predecessors And To Posterity.

People Get So In The Habit Of Worry That If You Save Them From Drowning And Put Them On A Bank To Dry In The Sun With Hot Chocolate And Muffins They Wonder Whether They Are Catching Cold.

The Reason For The Slow Progress Of The World Seems To Lie In A Single Fact. Every Man Is Born Under The Yoke, And Grows Up Beneath The Oppressions Of His Age. He Can Only Get A Vision Of The Unselfish Forces In The World By Appealing To Them, And Every Appeal Is A Call To Arms. If He Fights He Must Fight, Not One Man, But A Conspiracy. He Is Always At War With A Civilization. On His Side Is Proverbial Philosophy, A Galaxy Of Invisible Saints And Sages, And The Half-developed Consciousness And Professions Of Everybody. Against Him Is The World, And Every Selfish Passion In His Own Heart.

The Fact That A Man Is To Vote Forces Him To Think. You May Preach To A Congregation By The Year And Not Affect Its Thought Because It Is Not Called Upon For Definite Action. But Throw Your Subject Into A Campaign And It Becomes A Challenge.