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Every Child Was Taught From His Cradle That Money Was Mammon, The Chief Agent Of The Flesh And The Devil.

Men And Women Thought And Did Noble And Mean Things That Would Have Been Impossible To Them Before Or After. A Man Cannot Drink Old Bourbon Long And Remain In His Normal Condition. We Did Not Drink Bourbon, But Blood.

For, After All, Put It As We May To Ourselves, We Are All Of Us From Birth To Death Guests At A Table Which We Did Not Spread. The Sun, The Earth, Love, Friends, Our Very Breath Are Parts Of The Banquet.... Shall We Think Of The Day As A Chance To Come Nearer To Our Host, And To Find Out Something Of Him Who Has Fed Us So Long?

We Have Grown Used To Money. The Handling, The Increase Of It, Is The Chief Business Of Life Now With Most Of Us.

It Is A Good Rule Never To See Or Talk To The Man Whose Words Have Wrung Your Heart, Or Helped It, Just As It Is Wise Not To Look Down Too Closely At The Luminous Glow Which Sometimes Shines On Your Path On A Summer Night, If You Would Not See The Ugly Worm Below.