Whatever else we may say of our own age, for good or evil, nobody is likely to call it an Age of Reason.
The golden age only comes to men when they have forgotten gold.
Evil always wins through the strength of its splendid dupes; and there has in all ages been a disastrous alliance between abnormal innocence and abnormal sin.
This is the age in which thin and theoretic minorities can cover and conquer unconscious and untheoretic majorities.
There is only one thing that stands in our midst, attenuated and threatened, but enthroned in some power like a ghost of the Middle Ages: the Trade Unions.
We have passed the age of the demagogue, the man who has little to say and says it loud. We have come to the age of the mystagogue or don, the man who has nothing to say, but says it softly and impressively in an indistinct whisper.
