Supposing the Mechanical Phase to have lasted 300 years, from 1600 to 1900, the next or Electric Phase would have a life equal to ...(the square root of 300), or about seventeen years and a half, when--that is, in 1917Mit would pass into another or Ethereal Phase, which, for half a century, science has been promising, and which would last only (the square root of 17.5), or about four years, and bring Thought to the limit of its possibilities in the year 1921. It may well be!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Now narrow minds can develop as well through persecution as through benevolence; they can assure themselves of their power by tyra...nnizing cruelly or beneficently over others; they go the way their nature guides them. Add to this the guidance of interest, and you will have the key to most social riddles.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Our inherent human charity and our religious beliefs will be taxed to the limit. No poor, rural, weak, or black person should ever... have to bear the additional burden of being deprived of the opportunity of an education, a job, or simple justice.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When Mabelle Webb died, Clifton began the mourning that lasted until his own death. Noel Coward noted in a letter, . . . "Poor Cli...fton . . . is still, after two months, wailing and sobbing over Mabelle's death. As she was well over ninety, gaga, and driving him mad for years, this seems excessive and over indulgent. . . ." The most famous remark to go the rounds of Clifton Webb's friends was Noel Coward's final, acerbic one to him: "It must be tough to be orphaned at seventy-one!"LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Basically, I have no place in organized politics. By coming to the British Parliament, I've allowed the people to sacrifice me at ...the top and let go the more effective job I should be doing at the bottom.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"... What are you seeing out the window, lady?" "What I'll be seeing more of in the years... To come as here I stand and go the round Of many plates with towels many times."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Along the avenue of cypresses, All in their scarlet cloaks and surplices... Of linen, go the chanting choristers, The priests in gold and black, the villagers. . . .LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »