Anything That We Can Destroy, But Are

I'm Not At All Contemptuous Of Comforts, But They Have Their Place And It Is Not First.

The Purpose Of Work Is To Give People A Chance To Utilize And Develop Their Faculties; To Enable Them To Overcome Their Ego-centeredness By Joining Others In A Common Task; And To Bring For The Goods And Services Needed For A Becoming Existence.

Our Ordinary Mind Always Tries To Persuade Us That We Are Nothing But Acorns And That Our Greatest Happiness Will Be To Become Bigger, Fatter, Shinier Acorns; But That Is Of Interest Only To Pigs. Our Faith Gives Us Knowledge Of Something Better: That We Can Become Oak Trees.

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.

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