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                           Four Minute Essays


                                   By
                            Dr. Frank Crane


                                Volume X


                        Wm. H. Wise & Co., Inc.
                          New York    Chicago


                               Copyright
                     Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen
                           By Dr. Frank Crane




                           TABLE OF CONTENTS


                                                                    PAGE
  The Unconquerable                                                    5
  Kingdom Come                                                        10
  The Humanities Versus the Ideals                                    14
  Precedent                                                           18
  There is no Laboring Class                                          22
  The Path to Perfection                                              26
  The Ideal Woman                                                     30
  No                                                                  34
  Time                                                                38
  Salesmanship                                                        42
  The Inward Song                                                     46
  Idleness the Mother of Progress                                     51
  Self-Cure                                                           56
  Personal Influence                                                  61
  Money-Makers                                                        66
  The Supreme Moment                                                  71
  Efficiency                                                          76
  A Dull Day                                                          79
  The Little God of Happy Endings                                     83
  The Art of Happy Memory                                             88
  Subconscious Fears                                                  92
  Laying Up                                                           96
  Human Flies                                                        101
  Keep Fit                                                           106
  The Spiritual Steam-Roller                                         110
  Heaven                                                             114
  The Best of Life                                                   118
  Use and Beauty                                                     122
  The Ethics of Controversy                                          126
  Letting Things Alone                                               131
  The Pleasures of Outlawry                                          135
  Justice                                                            138
  Index                                                              143




                           THE UNCONQUERABLE


Reporters in the war-smitten countries of Europe tell us that one effect
of the horrors of death, wounds, and heartbreak is that the men are
turning back to the churches. Out of the obscene muck of materialistic
force is springing a revaluation of the spirit in man.

Man is a curious animal. He seems to give forth his finest product only
when crushed. We expect him to “curse God and die,” and suddenly his
face lights up with the heavenly vision.

We loathe poverty and fight disease and avoid wounds, tyranny, and
oppression. Yet, somehow only when these come, do the rarest flowers
appear on the human bush.

I know a young man, twisted, crippled, paralyzed, unable to feed or
dress himself, yet who sits daily by his window with a shining face. He
is cheerful, helpful, a fountain of joy to all who know him. The boys
love to gather in his room at night and play cards and tell stories. One
would think he would be a gloom and a burden; he is an uplift. You soon
forget his limitations. You soon cease to pity him, for he does not pity
himself. He does not drain you; he inspires you.

In how many another family is the sickroom the shrine of the house. How
many a stricken invalid woman is the resting-place for her worried
husband, the delightful refuge for her children’s cares!

It is not the strong, wealthy, and powerful that always gleam with
optimism and radiate hope. Too often the house of luxury is the nest of
bitterness, boredom, and snarling. Petulance waits on plenty. Luxury and
cruelty are twins. Success brings hardness of heart.

The world could get along without its war lords, millionaires, and big
men, with all their effective virility, better than it could do without
its blind, deaf, hunchbacked, and bedridden. Some things we get from the
first group, but the things we get from the second are more needed for
this star-led race.

Little girl, with twisted spine and useless legs, with eyes always
bright with golden courage, with heart ever high with undaunted love, we
could spare all the proud beauties of the ballroom or the stage better
than you.

Their bodies are finer than yours; but then we are not bodies.

What a strange and strangely magnificent creature is man! And how proud
his Maker must be of him, for all his faults! You cannot crush him. Put
him in prison and in its half-light he writes a “Pilgrim’s Progress.”
Strike him blind and he sings a “Paradise Lost.”

When Beethoven died, a post-mortem examination showed that since
childhood he had suffered from an incurable disease, aggravated by
improper medical treatment and by want of home comfort and proper food.
His liver was shrunk to half its proper size. He always had family
troubles that annoyed him beyond endurance. His finest works were
produced after he was deaf. And this was the majestic soul that was
unparalleled master of music, whose art was immeasurable, will be
immortal! Yet we have heard fat artists whine because they are
mistreated!

What a piece of work is man! Too wonderful, too unconquerable, too
divine for this earth! His home must be among the stars!




                              KINGDOM COME


What do we want? What precisely do we mean by the Millennium, or the
Golden Age, or Utopia? What sort of “Kingdom Come” is it we pray for?

Sit down sometime and think it over; try to get rid of the vagueness of
the idea, and to determine exactly what conditions would satisfy you and
all of us. The effort may not be without good results upon your present
notions.

Just as a suggestion let me give one statement of the kind of Millennium
that appeals to me.

It is that state of society and that perfection of government in which
there shall be secured for every human being Intellectual Liberty,
Equality of Opportunity, Justice in all Human Relations, and free
Spiritual Fraternity.

This is somewhat like the French motto, Liberty, Equality, Fraternity,
only the terms are defined a bit, and Justice is added.

First, Intellectual Liberty. The last element of coercion, direct or
indirect, must be removed from the processes of the mind. The Ethics of
the Intellect must be acknowledged. The mind must work absolutely
unbribed by expediency, the opinions of others, fear, or authority.
There can be no perfect unity of love and service that does not rest on
perfect freedom of thought.

There must be entire Equality of Opportunity. The state ought to see to
it that every baby coming into the world has an equal start with every
other baby. All inheritance of wealth that interferes with this should
be abated. Every child should receive adequate training for the world’s
work. There will never be equality of intelligence, of physical force,
of genius, nor of any other kind of ability; inequality in these
respects adds zest to life. And the advantages of personal ability do
not cause injustice; it is custom-buttressed and law-intrenched
privilege, unearned and undeserved yet perpetuated, that oppresses the
world.

Justice is essential. When that comes, there shall be no more
benevolence and charity as we now practise them. The great hunger of
mankind is not for kindness and mercy and pity—it is for justice. When
we have justice we shall have peace, as it is written: “Righteousness
and peace kiss each other.”

Lastly, we shall have free Spiritual Fraternity. The problem of the race
is one of fraternizing. We now get together in sects and nations.
Religiously and politically we as yet feel but faintly the universal
breeze. We do not realize humanity. The human nerve is feeble. Some day
the idea of universal brotherhood shall burn in the race with a heat and
shine far stronger than the present sectarian, partisan, and patriotic
enthusiasms.

I do not think human nature will have to be transformed to get these
things. It is a question of vision. We need to see. When once we
understand what we want we will organize and get it.




                    THE HUMANITIES VERSUS THE IDEALS


The humanities are the ordinary universal feelings, such as family
affection, aversion to cruelty, love of justice and of liberty.

The ideals are the so-called big enthusiasms, as religion, patriotism,
reform, and the like.

The humanities are sometimes called the red passions; the ideals the
white passions.

The great institutions of the race have been formed and kept alive by
the white passions. These include churches, political parties, nations,
and various societies and associations, secret and public.

The progress of mankind has been made through institutions, embodying
ideals, which we may call the centrifugal force. The humanities have
always pulled against this, and may be termed the centripetal force.

Thus, although great ideals present themselves to men as beneficial, yet
in the carrying out of them men often become cruel, unjust, and
tyrannical. So the greatest crimes of earth are committed under the
influence of movements designed to do the greatest good.

Under the church we have seen persecution, a ruthless disregard of human
feeling, families torn asunder, opinion coerced, bodies tortured.

The humanities in time destroyed the baleful power of the religious
ideal, its dreams of dominance and its inhuman fanaticism. Plain pity
and sympathy battered down the monstrous structure of iron idealism. The
horrors of the medieval inquisition and the dark intolerance of
puritanism had to yield to the humanities.

Most of the great tragedies have been the crushing out of human and
natural feeling by some ideal which, once helpful, has become monstrous.
Such were the Greek tragedies, where men were the victims of the gods.

War is the colossal force of an ideal, patriotism, where the check of
the humanities has been entirely cut off.

It is supposed to ennoble men and states. It has always been the
preferred occupation of the noble class, kings and courtiers, because
the contempt of personal feelings and the merciless sacrifice of the
humanities have seemed grand and royal.

But by and by war must yield to the eternal humanities. Sheer human
sympathies will abolish it.

The humanities are peculiarly of the common people. Therefore they find
expression and come into political effect quickly in democracies. In the
United States, for instance, the rule of a religious party or the
program of patriotic militarism is impossible. We have too much red
passion to permit the ascendency of white passions.

“Uncle Tom’s Cabin,” a book of red passion, sympathy for the negro,
overthrew the “white” ideals of the slave oligarchy.

The cry of a starving mother, the protest of wronged workmen, can defeat
the apparently resistless power of massed capital.

One drop of blood outweighs the most splendid scheme of the theorist.

The history of the world is the unceasing struggle of the humanities
against great ideals which, crystallized into institutions, have become
inhuman.




                               PRECEDENT


Precedent is solidified experience. In the realm of ideas it is canned
goods.

It is very useful when fresh ideas are not to be had.

There are advantages in doing things just because they always have been
done. You know what will happen. When you do new things you do not know
what will happen.

Success implies not only sound reasoning, but also the variable factor
of how a thing will work, which is found out only by trying it.

Hence, the surest road to success is to use a mixture of precedent and
initiative. Just how much of each you will require is a matter for your
judgment.

To go entirely by precedent you become a mossback. You are safe, as a
setting hen or a hiving bee is safe. Each succeeding generation acts the
same way. There is a level of efficiency, but no progress.

Boards, trustees, and institutions lay great stress upon precedent, as
they fear responsibility. To do as our predecessors did shifts the
burden of blame a bit from our shoulders.

The precedent is the haven of refuge for them that fear to decide.

Courts of law follow precedent, on the general theory that experience is
more just than individual decision.

Precedent, however, tends to carry forward the ignorance and injustice
of the past.

Mankind is constantly learning, getting new views of truth, seeing new
values in social justice. Precedent clogs this advance. It fixes and
perpetuates the wrongs of man as much as the rights of man.

Hence, while the many must trust to precedent, a few must always
endeavor to break it, to make way for juster conclusions.

Precedent is the root, independent thinking is the branch of the human
tree. Our decisions must conform to the sum of human experience, yet
there must be also the fresh green leaf of present intelligence.

We cannot cut the root of the tree and expect it to live, neither can we
lop off all the leafage of the tree and expect it to live.

The great jurist, such as Marshall, is one who not only knows what the
law is, but what the law ought to be. That is, to his knowledge of
precedent he adds his vision of right under present conditions.

Precedent is often the inertia of monstrous iniquity. War, for instance,
is due to the evil custom of nations who go on in the habit of
war-preparedness. The problem of the twentieth century is to batter down
this precedent by the blows of reason, to overturn it by an upheaval of
humanity.

Evil precedent also lurks in social conditions, in business, and in all
relations of human rights. The past constantly operates to enslave the
present.

We must correct the errors of our fathers if we would enable our
children to correct ours.

Our reverence for the past must be continually qualified by our
reverence for the future.

We are on our way to the Golden Age. The momentum of what has been must
be supplemented by the steam of original conviction, and guided by the
intelligence and courage of the present.




                       THERE IS NO LABORING CLASS


It cannot too often be stated that the labor problem is not a class
affair, but that it concerns the entire human race. There may be a class
of aristocrats, of plutocrats, of criminals, of society idlers, or of
any such group whose instinct is to withdraw itself from the common mass
of humanity. But for laborers this is an impossibility. They remain, and
must remain, part and parcel of the whole people. They are the people.
There can be no laboring class. It is a contradiction of terms.

Especially is this true in America, where from the President of the
country down to the coal-heaver everybody is supposed to work. So strong
is this supposition, that the inference is that whoever does not bear
some part of the world’s burden is a diseased unit in humanity. The
ultimate aim of all normal progress in social justice is to remove these
units. All who have wealth in excess of a reasonable accumulation of the
products of their own labor, all who live on endowment and inheritance,
all who are sycophants, idlers, or holders of sinecures, must some day,
when the terms of justice shall have been worked out, be put to work,
and those who will not work shall not eat.

Just by what route the millennial state of simple equity shall come we
cannot say, but come it surely will, and the profits of individual labor
of brawn or brain shall go to the individual, and the profits arising
from the state or social combination shall go to the state, to the
people as a whole.

One of the most far-reaching acts of 1914 was the statement by the
national congress, in its passage of the anti-trust law preventing the
use of the Sherman act against trade unions, that “the labor of a human
being is not a commodity or article of commerce.”

The implications of this declaration it will be difficult to see for
some time. It seems now to strike a blow at the very centre of the old
system of business under which the world has operated for some six
thousand years.

It means that humanity does not consist of employers and endowed
persons, of nobles, wealthy people, and professional men—doctors,
lawyers, priests, and squires; that culture, schools, courts, and
senates are not for these only, and that the employed, the clerks, and
workmen, who make the money for these upper classes, are not on the same
economic level as the spades and pens they handle; but that a man; any
man, and his wage are direct concern of government; that the iron law of
supply and demand may govern the grinding of flour, but not of human
creatures, and that the brute law of competition shall some time, in
some way, be changed to the human law of co-operation.




                         THE PATH TO PERFECTION


The path to perfection, it has been said, leads through a series of
disgusts.

The sinner is converted not when he reforms, but when he experiences
revulsion.

Dr. Chalmers defined the renovating force as the “expulsive power of a
new affection.”

Any form of pleasure carries with it a sickening element after it passes
a certain point.

The drunkard is not really cured until the smell of liquor repels him.

The smoker has not broken off his bad habit for good until tobacco
nauseates him.

You are never free from a thing as long as you like it.

The woman who claims to have reformed, but who still likes to play with
fire, lies; lies to herself probably as much as to you.

Disgust is the shadow cast by love. Where there is no shadow there is no
substance.

The worth of a wife’s affection is exactly measured by her horror of
disloyalty.

We climb by love; the rungs of the ladder are disgusts.

All adepts in soul matters have recognized the purifying and
strengthening quality of renunciation. It is the gist of Buddhism. It is
the meat of Christianity. It is the core of all important philosophies.

The wise of this world are they that avoid satiety.

The motto of Socrates was, “Never too much.”

The epicures of pleasure are those who are experts in the art of
quitting.

The joys of wine are for those who know how to take a little. Those who
drink all they want are wretched.

The “Dial” gives an extract from Bronson Alcott’s “Fruitlands,” which
sheds light upon the serious problem of enjoying one’s self.

  “On a revision of our proceedings it would seem that if we were in the
  right course in our particular instance, the greater part of a man’s
  duty consists in leaving alone much that he is in the habit of doing.
  It is a fasting from the present activity, rather than an increased
  indulgence in it, which, with patient watchfulness, tends to newness
  of life. ‘Shall I sip tea or coffee?’ the inquiry may be. No; abstain
  from all ardent, as from alcoholic, drinks. ‘Shall I consume pork,
  beef, or mutton?’ Not if you value health and life. ‘Shall I stimulate
  with milk?’ No. ‘Shall I warm my bathing-water?’ Not if cheerfulness
  is valuable. ‘Shall I clothe in many garments?’ Not if purity is aimed
  at. ‘Shall I prolong my hours, consuming animal oil and losing bright
  daylight in the morning?’ Not if a clear mind is an object. ‘Shall I
  teach my children the dogmas inflicted on myself, under the pretense
  that I am transmitting truth?’ Nay, if you love, intrude not these
  between them and the spirit of all truth.”

Whether or not we accept the rigor of these conclusions, certain it is
that the only way to mount to perfection is by stepping upon our dead
selves; the only way to a pleasure that is full of contentment is to
have plenty of lively disgusts for pleasures of a lower order.




                            THE IDEAL WOMAN


The ideal woman is lovable. She may not be beautiful of face, but she
has charm.

She is attractive to men, not repellent.

She is the appeal of Nature. She draws men as the sun draws planets.

Her power is deep, cosmic, as strong and as mysterious as gravitation.

She is the embodiment of love, which is the most persistent, evergreen,
and irresistible of human motives.

However forceful her individuality she cannot lose her strange drawing
power.

She is passionate, but differs from her weakling sisters in that her
passion is unswervingly loyal.

All the cumulative morality of centuries of conscience centers in her
love.

She clings, not from subservience, but from a loyalty as intense as sex
itself.

She is free. No man owns her soul nor body. She gives, as sovereign
queens give. She cannot barter as commoner women barter, she cannot obey
as slaves obey, she cannot yield as cowards yield.

She is void of egotism; she is full of self-reverence.

She is happy in girlhood, contented in wifehood, glorified in
motherhood.

She is proud to be a woman. She does not want to be a man.

She has wisdom. In every crisis her husband is guided by her instinct.

She has character. She secretly moulds the natures of her children. She
is the power behind each one of them.

She is the flowering rose-bush in times of pleasure. She is a high tower
in times of trouble.

Her eyes are full of understanding. She knows the feeling back of your
words.

Her smile is as the reward of heaven. It is worth more than gold.

She is intelligent as no man is intelligent.

She is brave as no man is brave.

Her vision has that clairvoyance that is bestowed upon no man.

She is variable as water; but as the water of the unfailing spring, of
the eternal ocean, changing forever, forever fixed.

She is the best inheritance from the world that was. She is the matrix
of the world to come.

In proportion as men look up to her they grow unafraid and wise. When
they look down on her, as they treat her with contempt or indifference,
they become weak and cruel.

She is not the champion of religious doctrine; she is the incarnation of
the religious instinct.

She is the ladder by the brook where man dreams; she reaches to heaven;
upon the rungs of her soul angels ascend and descend.




                                   NO


No is next to the shortest word in the English language.

It is the concentrated Declaration of Independence of the human soul.

It is the central citadel of character, and can remain impregnable
forever.

It is the only path to reformation.

It is the steam-gauge of strength, the barometer of temperament, the
electric indicator of moral force.

It is an automatic safety-first device.

It has saved more women than all the knights of chivalry.

It has kept millions or young men from going over the Niagara Falls of
drunkenness, profligality, and passion.

It is the updrawn portcullis and barred gate of the castle of
self-respect.

It is the dragon that guards beauty’s tower.

It is the high fence that preserves the innocence of the innocent.

It is the thick wall of the home, keeping the father from folly, the
mother from indiscretion, the boys from ruin, and the girls from shame.

It is the one word you can always say when you can’t think of anything
else.

It is the one answer that needs no explanation.

The mule is the surest footed and most dependable of all domestic
animals. No is the mule-power of the soul.

Say it and mean it.

Say it and look your man in the eye.

Say it and don’t hesitate.

A good round No is the most effective of known shells from the human
howitzer.

In the great parliament of life the Noes have it.

The value of any Yes you utter is measured by the number of Noes banked
behind it.

Live your own life. Make your own resolutions. Mark out your own
program. Aim at your own work. Determine your own conduct. And plant all
around those an impregnable hedge of Noes, with the jaggedest, sharpest
thorns that grow.

The No-man progresses under his own steam. He is not led about and
pushed around by officious tugboats.

The woman who can say No carries the very best insurance against the
fires, tornadoes, earthquakes, and accidents that threaten womankind.

Be soft and gentle as you please outwardly, but let the centre of your
soul be a No, as hard as steel.




                                  TIME


Old Father Time knows more than anybody.

He solves more problems than all the brains in the world.

More hard knots are unloosed, more tangled questions are answered, more
deadlocks are unfastened by Time than by any other agency.

In the theological disputes that once raged in Christendom neither side
routed the other; Time routed them both by showing that the whole
subject did not matter.

After the contemporaries had had their say, Time crowned Homer, Dante,
Wagner, Shakespeare, Whitman, Emerson.

Almost any judgment can be appealed, but from the decision of Time there
is no appeal.

Do not force issues with your children. Learn to wait. Be patient. Time
will bring things to pass that no immediate power can accomplish.

Do not create a crisis with your husband, your wife. Wait. See what Time
will do.

Time has a thousand resources, abounds in unexpected expedients.

Time brings a change in point of view, in temper, in state of mind which
no contention can.

When you teach, make allowance for Time. What the child cannot possibly
understand now, he can grasp easily a year from now.

When you have a difficult business affair to settle, give it Time, put
it away and see how it will ferment, sleep on it, give it as many days
as you can. It will often settle itself.

If you would produce a story, a play, a book, or an essay, write it out,
then lay it aside and let it simmer, forget it a while, then take it out
and write it over.

Time is the best critic, the shrewdest adviser, the frankest friend.

If you are positive you want to marry a certain person, let Time have
his word. Nowhere is Time’s advice more needed. Today we may be sure,
but listen to a few tomorrows.

You are born and you will die whenever fate decides; you have nothing to
do with those fatal two things; but in marriage, the third fatality, you
have Time. Take it.

Do not decide your beliefs and convictions suddenly. Hang up the reasons
to cure. You come to permanent ideas not only by reasoning, but quite as
much by growth.

Do not hobble your whole life by the immature certainties of youth. Give
yourself room to change, for you must change, if you are to develop.

“Learn to labor and—to wait!”




                              SALESMANSHIP


Every young man should some time in his life have experience in
salesmanship.

Selling goods is the best known cure for those elements in a man that
tend to make him a failure.

The art of success consists in making people change their minds. It is
this power that makes the efficient lawyer, grocer, politician, or
preacher.

There are two classes of men. One seeks employment in a position where
he merely obeys the rules and carries out the desires of his employer.
There is little or no opportunity for advancement in this work. You get
to a certain point and there you stick.

Such posts are a clerkship in a bank, a government job, such as
letter-carrier, a place in the police force, or any other routine
employment requiring no initiative. These kinds of work are entirely
honorable and necessary. The difficulty is, they are cramping, limiting.

Some day you may have to take a position of this sort, but first try
your hand at selling things.

Be a book-agent, peddle washing-machines, sell life-insurance,
automobiles, agricultural implements, or peanuts.

You shrink from it because it is hard, it goes against the grain, as you
are not a pushing sort of fellow. And that is the very reason you need
it.

Salesmanship is strong medicine. You have to go out and wrestle with a
cold and hostile world. You are confronted with indifference, often
contempt. You are considered a nuisance. That is the time for you to
buck up, take off your coat, and go in and win.

A young lawyer will gain more useful knowledge of men and affairs by
selling real estate or fire-insurance than by law-school.

I have just read a letter from an office man fifty-seven years old. He
has lodged at $1,600 a year for twenty years, while two of the salesmen
who entered the business about the time he did own the concern.

Get out and sell goods. Hustle. Fight. Don’t get fastened in one hole.
Take chances. Come up smiling. So the best and biggest prizes in America
are open to you.

Selling things, commercialism, business, is not a low affair; it is a
great, big, bully game. It is a thoroughly American game, and the most
sterling qualities of Americanism are developed by it, when it is
carried on fairly and humanely.

There is incitement in it for all your best self, for your honesty,
perseverance, optimism, courage, loyalty, and religion. Nowhere does a
MAN mean so much.

I mean to cast no slurs upon faithful occupants of posts of routine.
They have their reward.

But, son, don’t look for a “safe” place. Don’t depend upon an
organization to hold your job for you. Don’t scheme and wire-pull for
influence and help and privilege.

Get out and peddle maps. Make people buy your chickens or your essays.
Get in the game. It beats football.




                            THE INWARD SONG


The poet speaks of those

      “Who carry music in their heart
  Through dusty lane and wrangling mart,
  Plying their daily task with busier feet,
  Because their secret souls a holier strain repeat.”

It would be interesting to have the statistics of what number, out of
all the human stream that pours into the city every morning coming to
their work, are singing inwardly.

How many are thinking tunefully? How many are moving rhythmically? And
how many are going, as dead drays and carts, rumbling lifelessly to
their tasks?

It is good that the greater part of the world is in love. For love is
the Song of Songs. To the young lover Nature is transformed. Some
Ithuriel has touched the deadly commonplace; all is miraculous. The
moon, the dead companion to our earth, the pale and washed-out pilgrim
of the sky, has been changed into a silver-fronted fairy whose beams
thrill him with a heady enchantment. Every breeze has its secret. The
woods, the houses, all men and women are notes of that sweet harmony
that fills him.

  “Orpheus with his lute made trees,
  And the mountain tops that freeze,
  Bow their heads when he did sing.”

Every man is an Orpheus, so he but carry about in him an inward melody.
There is for him “a new heaven and a new earth.”

This world is an insolvable puzzle to human reason. It is full of the
most absurd antinomies, the most distressing cruelties, the most amazing
contradictions. No wonder men’s minds take refuge in stubborn stoicism,
in agnosticism, in blank unfaith.

There is no intellectual faith, no rational creed, no logical belief.
FAITH COMES ONLY THROUGH MUSIC. It is when the heart sings that the mind
is cleared. Then the pieces of the infinite chaos of things drop into
order, confusion ceases, they march, dance, coming into radiant concord.

Marcus Aurelius, that curious anomaly of the Roman world, perfect
dreamer in an age of iron, was rich in inner music. The thought in him
beamed like a ray of creative harmony over the disordered crowd of men
and events.

“Welcome all that comes,” he wrote, “untoward though it may seem, for it
leads you to the goal, the health of the world order. Nothing will
happen to me that is not in accord with nature.”

None but so noble a mind can see a noble universe, a noble humanity, a
noble God.

What a drop from such a level to the place of the mad sensualists and
pleasure-mongers who only know

  “To seize on life’s dull joys from a strange fear,
  Lest losing them all’s lost and none remains!”

What a whirl of cabaret music, what motion and forced laughter, what
wild discord of hot viands, drugged drinks, and myriad-tricked lubricity
it takes to galvanize us when our souls are dry and cracked and
tuneless!

Have you ever had the feelings of Hazlitt? “Give me,” he said, “the
clear blue sky over my head and the green turf beneath my feet, a
winding road before me, and a three hours’ march to dinner—and then to
thinking! I laugh, I run, I leap, I sing for joy.”

Whoever does something that makes the souls of men and women sing within
them does more to make this earth habitable and this life tolerable than
all the army of them that widen our comforts and increase our luxuries.




                    IDLENESS THE MOTHER OF PROGRESS


Idleness is the mother of progress. So long as men were busy they had no
time to think of bettering their condition.

Idleness is the mother of art. It was when men had leisure from the
chase that they decorated the handles of their hunting-knives and the
walls of their cave-dwellings.

Idleness is the mother of religion. It is in the relax and rebound from
toil that men think of God.

We talk of all men’s right to work. There is a deeper right than that.
It is the right to idleness.

The value of what we put upon the page of life depends upon the width of
the margin.

The great, useful, redeeming, and lasting work of the world is that work
which is a reaction from idleness. The continent of labor is barren. It
is the little island of labor that is green and fruitful in the sea of
leisure.

The curse of America is its deification of labor. Our little gods are
the men who are ceaselessly forthputting.

Most of all we deify capital, which never rests, but goes on producing
day and night.

We are so occupied in getting ready to live that we have lost the art of
living.

With us a man is a fool if he sets about to enjoy himself before he has
laid up a fortune. We count the woman happy when she has married money,
and the child accursed when he has no inheritance.

Every morning we arise from our beds and charge bloodthirstily into the
struggle. We all do it, millionaires and paupers. In his office the
trust magnate sits at his scheming until his nerves are loosed, his
arteries hardened, and his soul caked. The slaves of Rome never worked
so hard as many of our laborers in mines and factories.

“After the Semitic fashion,” says Remy de Goncourt, “you make even the
women work. Rich and poor, all alike, you know nothing of the joys of
leisure.”

There ought to be two leisure classes, yea three: all children under
twenty-one, all women, and all men over sixty.

The work of the world could be easily done by males between the ages of
twenty-one and sixty. To accomplish this, all that is needed is to
abolish militarism, that insane burden of men in idleness, abolish all
piled-up wealth-units that keep husky males workless, and abolish our
worship of activity.

Then there would be plenty of work for every man to keep him from want,
and plenty of leisure for every man to preserve in him a living soul.

If I were czar of the world, no woman should work except as she might
elect for her amusement; no child should do aught but play.

Among savages the women do all the work. In the coming civilization they
shall do none. The progress of the race is the progress of the female
from toil to leisure.

Every woman is a possible mother. She should have only to grow and to be
strong. She should be the real aristocracy, the real Upper Class, to
give culture and beauty to life. She should have time to attend to the
duties of her eternal priesthood.

As for man, little by little, he also would lift himself from the
killing grind of monotonous exertion. For he would make Steam and
Electricity, and other giants not yet discovered, do the dirty work.

To bring all this to pass, you do not need to devise any cunning scheme
of government, nor to join any party or specious ism. You need do only
one thing.

And that is to establish Justice.

The end of fraud and wrong is fevered toil. The end of justice is the
superior product of skill and genius, and their mother, leisure.




                               SELF-CURE


“How,” writes a lady to me, “can I remove the following difficulties
from my path?

“How can I overcome the lazy habit of oversleeping in the
morning—laziness in general, in fact?

“How can I overcome the fear and worry habit?

“How can I ‘let go’ of the thoughts of past disappointments, mistakes,
etc? I have tried all manner of ways to divert my mind by work and
study.

“Do you believe in confession, in the case of a non-Catholic, for the
purpose of relieving the mind?

“How can I overcome prejudice? I find I am prejudiced against certain
sects and races.”

Rather a stiff task, to answer all these questions. Of course, I cannot
“answer” them fully. All I or any one can do is to give a few hints
which may be useful.

Oversleeping is not necessarily laziness. Go to bed earlier, if you have
to rise at a certain hour. It’s a safe rule to take all the sleep you
can get. The rule in my own family is, “Let the sleepy sleep.”

Laziness is not a bad quality always. A lazy body often houses a most
energetic mind. The real cure for physical laziness is fun; find some
form of exercise that lures you. Mental laziness is a more difficult
disease, and you can only cure it by taking yourself severely in hand.
Usually, I should say, it is hopeless.

Fear can generally be mitigated, if not altogether removed, by
intelligence. It is a by-product of ignorance, as a rule. We are afraid
of what we don’t know. Science (knowledge) has done much to alleviate
superstition (ignorance).

Worry can only be remedied by adopting some rational theory of life,
some common-sense philosophy. Maeterlinck and Emerson have done me more
good, as worry-antidotes, than any other masters.

How to “let go” of bedevilling thoughts is a hard problem. Thoughts that
burn, stew, ferment, and torment—who has not suffered from them? About
all I can do is to let them run their course. I say, “This too shall
pass!” and try to bear up against the pestiferous imaginings and
memories until they wear themselves out.

It is also a good idea to have some attractive, interesting, fascinating
vision, of a pleasant nature, to which we can turn our minds when
annoying suggestions persist. The author of “Alice in Wonderland” (who
was a great mathematician) used to work out geometrical tasks, which he
called “pillow problems” (and wrote a book of that name), to get himself
to sleep. Can’t you find some alluring things to think of when wooing
slumber? Call for them, and by and by they will come.

Do I believe in confession? Nothing can so purge the soul. Still, it
must be exercised with the extremest care, judgment, and discretion,
else you may harm others in pacifying yourself.

“How can I overcome prejudices against such and such sects or races?”
Just repeat over and over to yourself that all prejudice is stupid and
ignorant. By and by you will, by auto-suggestion, get it into your
subconsciousness that prejudice shall have no place in you.

Prejudice means “judging before” you have the facts. Never judge till
after you have the facts.

Nothing is so utterly devoid of reason as a passionate hatred of any
race or class. All men are much the same when you come to know them.
Class or race faults are superficial. The human qualities strike deep.




                           PERSONAL INFLUENCE


Of all the forces that drive human beings, the greatest is personal
influence.

By personal influence I mean that force that goes out from you, simply
by virtue of what you are. It has nothing to do with what you do or say
or try, except as these things express what you are.

Every person sends out what we might call dynamic rays or invisible
electric-like impulses which are of such nature as to affect other
persons. These rays from me can make other individuals gay or sad, good
or bad, and so forth.

This is the only power that pulls souls, the only wind that bends them,
the only fire that warms them, the only stream that bears them along.

Emerson said that “what you are preaches so loudly that I cannot hear
what you say”; which is a striking way of stating that one’s unconscious
influence far outreaches in effect one’s conscious effort.

It would be well if we would keep this in mind; it would save us a lot
of futile busying.

For instance, reformers bent on saving the world should not be so hot
and impatient seeing that there is no real saving that ever has been or
ever will be done that is not the result of the influence radiating from
good people.

Laws are dead and wooden, but when a man incarnates a law it begins to
work on other men. The “Word” is of no force until it is “made Flesh.”

It is the personal influence of a teacher that affects all the real
educating of the pupil. The wise man understood this who said that the
best university was “a log with Mark Hopkins on one end and me on the
other.”

I sometimes doubt if any real good has ever been done by didactic
teaching or preaching. All the moral maxims in the world are poor beside
one strong, sweet, normal life. And a good woman is worth, as a guide,
the most select list of “virtues and their opposite vices.”

To create such a character in fiction as “John Halifax” or “Jean
Valjean” or “Little Nellie” or the man in the “Third Floor Back,” is to
exert a lasting and potent uplift agency, better than a thousand
sermons.

It is fascinating to many minds, the idea of “doing good” and “working
for the Lord,” and devoting one’s time wholly to inducing people to
become better; but it is not practical. The only way to improve mankind
is to be something that inspires them; your argument and exhortation are
of small avail. Just as the only way to dispel darkness is to shine, and
the only way to electrify iron is to be a magnet.

Goodness is a contagion; we must “catch” it, we must have it and “give”
it.

When you say in your creed that you believe in God, your declaration is
of no help to you or to others unless what you mean is this: That you
believe in the inherent potency of goodness, that it will live down,
outwear, and destroy evil; that justice, cleanliness, honesty, and
kindness will win in the long run against fraud, dirt, lying, and
cruelty; and that persons who are upright and altruistic get more joy
out of every minute of their lives than idle, sporty, and self-coddling
folk; and that there is altogether a vast tidal or subterranean movement
in the human race toward health, strength, and beauty.

Therefore why worry over what you will say or do, since it makes no
matter? Simply BE right, and then say whatever comes to your mind, and
do whatever comes to your hand, and you cannot fail to do the most
possible toward helping along.




                              MONEY-MAKERS


Anybody can save; only a few can make money.

All you have to do, to save money, is to spend less than you get. And
any human being that is healthy and “compos mentis” can live on, say,
nine-tenths of what he is now living on and put by the other tenth.
There may be exceptions to this rule; we must grant that for the
severely accurate, but they are scarce as hen’s teeth. It is safe to say
that those who say they need every cent of what they make, and that it
is impossible to save anything at all, are victims of self-pity, weak
will, and bad management.

And saving money is about all that most of us can do. And that makes few
rich.

If I make ten dollars a week I can lay aside one dollar. If I make a
thousand dollars a week I may bank nine hundred and ninety dollars of it
(though I certainly would not). But in either case I wouldn’t get rich.

Rich people are not those who earn large salaries. They are those who
handle money, who make money earn money.

Of course, in this argument we exclude two classes—those who have money
given them, by inheritance or otherwise, and those who get money by
chance. These two classes merely step into money some one else has made.

But very few people get rich, for the simple reason that money-making
requires a certain order of genius. Money-makers are born. They have a
natural gift.

They are like poets, mechanicians, orators, artists, in that they are
endowed by their Creator with a peculiar capacity.

The money-makers are the real kings of modern life, because vulgarly we
measure all things, including human worth, by dollars.

If you make ten thousand dollars a year at your job it is only because
your employer is making more than that amount out of your services. He
is the player; you are the chessman. He is the general; you are the
private.

The best thing for us workers to do is to let money-making alone. Nine
times out of ten when we go into that game we are stung.

Wall Street is strewn with the corpses of lambs who thought they could
outwit the cunning old wolves that hunt there.

Many a shopkeeper has been ruined trying to get rich, not realizing that
he is not a money-maker, but a money-earner.

And many and many a widow has lost all her insurance money by imagining
that, being possessed of a tidy lump sum, she could increase it rapidly
by shrewd investment. She does not understand that in speculating in
real estate or buying stocks she is pitting her inexperience against
genius and trained ability.

Let the natural-born money-makers make money. Let us, you and me,
content ourselves with the only thing wherein we have a prospect of sure
success—that is, saving money.

Sometimes the money-making faculty is a racial heritage, as among the
Hebrews. Sometimes it runs in a family, and sometimes it appears
sporadically, and a money-making genius crops out in the most unexpected
place, just as a Lincoln, a Napoleon, or a Leonardo comes from a
commonplace environment.

The thing for us to remember is that getting rich is but one small way
in which human endeavor succeeds; that those who achieve riches are by
no means certainly happy, and that their power to acquire luxuries is
usually destructive to character.

And to remember also that the money-saver, if he be intelligent and if
he have common sense and philosophy, is practically assured of
contentment.




                           THE SUPREME MOMENT


“But Leonardo,” says one writing upon the genius of the incomparable da
Vinci, “will never work till the happy moment comes—that moment of
bien-etre (feeling just fit) which to imaginative men is a moment of
invention. On this moment he waits; other moments are but a preparation
or after-taste of it.”

There are two kinds of work to be done in the world, which may be called
routine work and creative work.

By routine work we mean the tending of machines, the discharge of office
duties, and the maintenance of the ordinary; which includes care of
engines, ploughing, housework, answering letters and keeping accounts,
tending the sick, digging mines, building bridges, and the like. All
these—and the lives of all of us comprise such functions—are to be done
whether we feel like it or not. The trombone-player in the band must go
on, though his heart is lead. The servant must sweep the floors, no
matter how the listless Spring has got into her blood. And the doctor
must make his calls, the policeman walk his beat, and the elevator-boy
run his car, for they are cogs in the social wheel.

By creative work we mean the writing of stories, the composition of
music, the painting of pictures, the modelling of statues, the singing
of songs, and doings of such quality.

These acts should await the supreme moment. Leonardo used to rush clear
across Milan, when he was engaged in painting “The Last Supper” in the
little out-of-the-way church of S. M. delle Grazie, just to make three
or four strokes with his brush, to add a touch that had occurred to him.
That is one reason why the picture, now faded, is yet epochal in art.

One trouble with story magazines is that they are issued regularly. The
ideal publication would appear “every little while.” One does claim to,
but it is a fraud, for it is a regular monthly.

What a blessing if nobody wrote a story unless he had a story to write;
if no parson preached unless the fire burned within him; if nobody made
a political speech unless he were as white-hot as Patrick Henry when he
gave his “Liberty or death” oration; if nobody played the piano or gave
forth a song unless the compelling inspiration were there; if nobody
built a house except to realize a beautiful dream, nor painted a picture
except to grasp and fix an entrancing vision.

Creative work is the scarcest in the world. And the most underpaid. And
the amount of hard work a man puts upon a thing is no gauge of its
value—often quite the contrary—for it is the same shrewd Leonardo who
observed, _Quante piu un’ arte porte seco fatica di corpo, tanto piu e
vile_, or “The more bodily fatigue goes into a work of art, the viler it
is.”

Men must work. In the forepart of the Scriptures it is laid down that
“in the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread,” and such labor perhaps
will always be the most part of the world’s work.

But in the latter part of the Scriptures it is said that “man shall not
live by bread alone,” and that sustenance other than bread, that diviner
food that sustains souls, and the ghost-wine that cheers them, is not
produced by sweating labor at all, should not be called work, but is a
sort of glorious PLAY.

Art, craftsmanship, inspiration—no one can work at such things; they are
essentially play, the joy (and not work, the pain) of self-forthputting.

And one supreme moment is worth a lifetime.




                               EFFICIENCY


Make good! Don’t explain! Do the thing you are expected to do! Don’t
waste time in giving reasons why you didn’t, or couldn’t, or wouldn’t,
or shouldn’t!

If I hire you to cook for me I expect my chops and baked potatoes on
time, done to a turn and appetizing; I am not interested in the
butcher’s mistake, nor the stove’s defect, nor in the misery in your
left arm. I want food, not explanations. You can’t eat explanations.

If I hire you to take care of my automobile, or factory, or shirtwaist
counter, I do not want to hear why things are half-done; I want results.

So also if you come to me and hire me to do a job of writing by the
fifteenth of the month, you do not want me to show up on that day with a
moving-picture story describing how I couldn’t do what I was paid for.
You want the writing, and you want it first class, all wool and a yard
wide.

This is cold, cruel, heartless talk. It is—to all second-raters and
shirkers. But to real men it is a joy and gladness. They rejoice to make
good themselves, they expect others to make good, and they like to hear
preached the gospel of making good.

Mr. Yust, the Rochester librarian, in his report some time ago, spoke of
the Parable of the Talents, in which we are told of the “three servants
who had received talents, five, two and one, respectively. On the
Master’s return they all rendered account of their stewardship. The
first two had doubled their capital. Each of them said so in fourteen
words, and their work was pronounced, ‘Well done, good and faithful
servant.’ Servant number three had accomplished absolutely nothing, but
he made a full report in forty-two words, three times as long as the
other reports.”

There you have it. The less you do the more you explain.

EFFICIENCY!

Learn that word by heart. Get to saying it in your sleep.

Of all the joys on this terrestrial sphere, there is none quite so
soul-satisfying and so one-hundred-per-centish as MAKING GOOD.

Do your work a little better than any one else could do it. That is the
margin of success.

Making good needs no foot-notes.

Failure requires forty-two words.




                               A DULL DAY


The sun may be shining when you read this, but it was a dull day when it
was written.

The sky is an ugly, drab smudge. There is no sun, no rain, no wind,
nothing.

Across the street is a house. It is a stupid house, full of stupid
people. I know them. I wish I didn’t. There are many people you are
sorry to have met.

It’s too close to have a fire and too cold to do without one. Is
anything hollower and drearier than a fireless fireplace?

A bird is on a tree outdoors. He is not singing. His head is all drawn
down into his shoulders. He is just sitting there hating himself.

A number of people have passed by the window. They are the dullest,
homeliest bunch of human creatures I ever saw. I hate them all.

A crash—the hired girl has just smashed one of our best plates, an extra
fine Sunday plate with gold on it. The only reason I don’t go out and
give her a dressing-down is because I hate to move.

Why move? Such a day as this you are no happier anywhere than where you
are. If you must be miserable why spread it around?

Old Mrs. Grumpet has just called. She has told the missus for the n^th
time about her troubles. She has all the diseases she ever heard of. As
soon as she hears of a new one she goes and has it. She has more
symptoms than a patent-medicine almanac. And it’s all along of that blue
mass she took just before Austey was born. She’s a dreadful, vast,
steamy creature.

She has left an aroma of added wretchedness in the house. We opened the
window to admit some fresh air, and the flies came in. I loathe flies.

I chased them with a fly-swatter and broke an expensive vase. All vases
must some day be shattered, as all men must die.

All women must die, too, and all children, also all dogs, cats, horses,
cows, and grizzly bears. A hundred years from now everybody and
everything will be dead. There will be a new crop. After awhile they,
too, will die. What’s the use?

The gas-stove is out of fix this morning. So am I. So is the universe.

There is no news in the paper. Newspapers are all poor. Why read? Aren’t
you miserable enough as you are?

I am trying to have a vacation and enjoy myself. This morning I played a
game of tennis and was beaten by a poor boob that played worse than I.
Then I played two games of solitaire. Lost both.

I went to the cupboard to see——. Nothing there but grape-juice.

The weather is thickening. It is going to rain. It is hours and hours
till bedtime.




                    THE LITTLE GOD OF HAPPY ENDINGS


Some woman who knows how to tell a story sends me the following:

This is a fairy-story, but it is not about a princess; princesses are
always wonderfully beautiful and wise and good, and the little girl in
this story was a rather silly little girl.

She lived in a little house, on a great highway, and watched and waited
for the coming of the prince for whom all girls, big and small, great
princesses and poor silly little spinners, watch and wait.

Many people passed the little house by the roadside, as they travelled
along the great highway. Once or twice the girl who watched thought she
saw the prince in the distance, but always as he approached the likeness
faded. Then came one traveller, who tarried for a while at the little
house. He came quietly, unostentatiously, and the prince was to come
riding on a white charger, clothed in the splendor of purple and gold.
So she hid herself under a cloak until the traveller again set out on
the great highway, alone.

But after he had gone she saw that he had left a shadow behind him, and
for some contrary, woman-reason, she hid it, and guarded it carefully,
in case he should return and claim it.

The days became weeks—the weeks months—the months years, and the prince
did not appear. Gradually she gave up the hope of him ever appearing,
and no longer watched for him, but occupied her days instead with
wholesome labor. And now she was no longer a silly little girl, but a
lonely woman.

One evening she stood in the doorway, watching the sunset. The highway
was quite deserted, save for one lone traveller, off in the distance,
who seemed vaguely familiar. As he approached, she recognized in him the
one who had tarried at her dwelling almost five years before.

She went back into the house, to get the shadow from its secret
hiding-place, to return it to him. But when she had opened the door of
the little room where she kept it she suddenly realized that she did not
want to give it up. She had kept it so long, and had grown so used to
considering it hers, that she never realized how precious it had become
until she had to part with it. She went to the door once more and looked
out upon the highway. He was quite near now, and as she stared at him
she saw with wonder what she had been blind to before—he was her prince!

She wanted to run out to meet him, with a great joy in her heart and a
glad cry on her lips, but she was bound by convention. And she was
filled with a great fear, lest he should pass by, merely thinking of her
as a silly little girl who had hidden herself when he came the first
time and let him go on alone. And she decided that, as she was not
allowed to reveal herself to him, neither would she attempt to stop him
and return the shadow which was rightly his, but would at least keep
that, to help make the coming years less lonely.

And that is the end of this fairy-story. And after all, I am not sure
that it is a REAL fairy-story, because most fairy-stories end—“And they
lived happy ever after.”

Perhaps you, who are so much wiser than the silly little woman, can
think of a better ending for it.


I thank you, dear unknown sender of this tale, for your pretty
compliment. If in any way I might claim to be wiser than you, or than
any one who feels destiny has cheated him, it is because I have ceased
to seek the shrine of the Little Cheating God of Happy Endings, and
visit rather the Great God of Day by Day.




                        THE ART OF HAPPY MEMORY


The most significant step a mind takes is that wherein it realizes that
it can control its own operation; when it learns that it can command
those things in itself commonly considered automatic.

And in nothing does this appear with such striking results to happiness
as in the discovery of one’s power to manage his memory.

Most people think they remember what they remember, and that is all
there is to it. But it is possible to make memory a servant, and
restrain its mastery.

In Italy a rare motto was found by Hazlitt upon a sun-dial: _Horas non
numero nisi serenas_—“I mark only the shining hours.”

The man whose increase of contentment is most assured, as he grows
older, is the one who has discovered how to enjoy his past.

To many of us the past is always sad. We turn from it with impatience.
“Man never is, but always to be, blest.” Naturally this habit of mind
sees in the ever-shortening future nothing but tragedy. Accept, then,
these hints on how to handle your past.

First, whatever it is, has been; it has brought you here. Your condition
may not be all your impudent claims on the universe demand, but it might
be worse. Better men than you are in jail, are stricken with unceasing
pain. Better men than you have been hanged.

Out of the worst experiences you have had you may reap satisfaction. The
dangers, sicknesses, accidents, and losses, one who understands the art
of living finds in the recalling of even these a certain thankfulness.
Is there not pleasure in recounting your narrow escape?

You have had your pangs and pains; but the wise man knows that out of
these have come his richest crops of understanding. Life has its
stripes; but they are its healing.

The past is largely made by the present. If you are now soured and
disappointed you are quite hopeless, for your diseased memory will go
over your past and pick out from it only miserable things. But if you
have adjusted yourself, if with a courageous heart you are trying to
make the best of conditions as they are, your memory will aid you, and
bring you stores of happy incidents.

Your past is the strongest asset of your present judgment. It is your
best teacher. Only from it do you learn whatever shrewdness you have in
dealing with events.

Learn to forgive yourself, not in folly, but in a sane charity. The
things you did wrong, the failures and mistakes, consider them as part
of that tutelage of destiny that goes toward your present equipment.

What has happened to you has happened to all men. The question is, will
you cull from it flowers or thorns?

“Everything considered,” says Renan, “there are few situations in the
vast field of existence where the balance of debt and credit does not
leave a little surplus of happiness.”

We have crossed the years. We are here. We have escaped what perils! We
have landed with what residue of wisdom and of hope!




                           SUBCONSCIOUS FEARS


A young man writes me that he is afraid of thunderstorms, and asks if
there is no way for him to overcome this weakness. “I am normal in every
other respect,” he adds, “but notwithstanding my endeavors to fight off
this nervousness I find it to be of no avail; it appears to be a sort of
subconscious fear.”

This is not a matter of ridicule, but a sample of very real and acute
suffering to which many persons are subject by fear-panics due to
various causes.

Many women scream with terror at the sight of a mouse. There is no use
telling them that mice will not hurt them. So doing, you are addressing
their reason, while the trouble lies not in their intelligence—it is a
nervous disease. They scare just as a horse shies at a newspaper
flapping in the wind.

Cæsar Augustus was almost convulsed at the sound of thunder.

Tycho Brahe changed color and his legs shook under him on meeting a
rabbit.

Dr. Samuel Johnson would never enter a room left foot first.

Talleyrand trembled at the mention of the word—death.

Marshal Saxe was mortally afraid of a cat.

Peter the Great could never be persuaded to cross a bridge, and, though
he tried to master his terror, was unable to do so.

I myself have never been able to rid myself of a fear of horses, and the
tamest old nag gives me the creeps.

And I know a senior in Wellesley College, a young lady of strong
intelligence, who could be sent almost into convulsions by showing her a
spider or a caterpillar.

To determine the cause of these fear-obsessions is a business for the
psychologist. They seem to have nothing to do with the mind or the will,
but to be, as my correspondent suggests, rooted somewhere in the
subconsciousness.

That these weaknesses can be entirely eradicated in a grown person is
doubtful. It is about as difficult to uproot an ingrained fear as to get
rid of a distaste for mutton. Certain strong natures can perhaps cure
themselves, but the average man has to accommodate himself to his
weakness and resist it the best he can.

But the cruel part of this whole matter is that almost all of these
fears are TAUGHT US WHEN WE ARE CHILDREN. Many a child’s mind is
deliberately poisoned by fear-suggestions that are to plague him his
life long.

Whoever threatens a child, or frightens a child by the fear of thunder
or lightning or the dark or ghosts or the bad man or death or hell or a
vindictive Deity, should be flogged.

Many a delicate child has been more horribly tormented by suggested
fears than he could ever have been hurt by corporal punishment.

The most deeply moral lesson any mother can instil into her child is
that he be UNAFRAID—of anything in life or death. And whoso teaches a
child a fear has made an incurable wound in his soul.




                               LAYING UP


The thrifty man lays up money for his old age. The farmer lays up fodder
for his winter feeding. The medical student lays up information for use
in his future practise. The intelligent, by due exercise and diet, lay
up health, and the wastrel lays up trouble and disease by his excesses.

All of us lay up something, willy-nilly.

It is a good idea to ask one’s self, in considering any act we are about
to perform, not only what will be the immediate pleasure in it, but what
sort of product we are laying up for ourselves by it.

We are always coming into our inheritance from our past deeds.

Maeterlinck says, “There is one thing that can never turn into
suffering, and that is the good we have done.”

This day you may have to decide between doing a thing that will gain you
a thousand dollars and a thing that will cost you ten. In making up your
mind it is well to take into consideration what happiness dividend the
transaction is going to bring you ten years from now.

The world you live in is formed on the laying-up principle. Nature gains
her ends as a child learns to walk and talk, by infinite repetitions.
She does the same thing over and over. She is eternally learning how.

Think how many centuries she practised in fish-flappers, bird-wings, and
animal fore-legs until she could make a human arm.

Let the scientist tell you of the infinite trials that preceded the
formation of an eye, an ear, a human brain.

The efficiency of every age depends upon what was laid up for it by the
ages gone before. This age of coal and petroleum rests upon the long
cycles of the carboniferous era, when summer after summer giant trees
grew and fell, and in the crucible of earth were changed to coal and
oil!

Nature never forgets. She never drops a stitch. What she does now is a
part of what she has in mind for ten thousand years from now. The plan
of the oak is in the acorn.

“The books were opened,” says the Apocalypse, describing the Day of
Judgment, “and the dead were judged out of the things that were written
in the books.” This parable is but a picture of the scientist’s
declaration that our EVERY ACT LEAVES ITS RUT IN THE BRAIN, making us
prone to repeat; what we feel today we more readily feel tomorrow; every
functioning of body or mind, in fact, having memory-making as a
by-product. The whole process looks toward a future man.

Creation is cumulative. That is the meaning of evolution.

The human race is cumulative. That we learn from reading history.

The individual life is cumulative. Every day is for future days. Every
sensation and every act of will, everything I do, has a bearing upon the
me that shall be ten years from this time—a thousand, a million years
hence—who knows?

Hence, if any one chooses to believe that, after this long
getting-ready, Nature is going to throw me, body and soul, back into the
scrap-heap, let him believe it.

Nature ought to have as much sense as I have. And I certainly would not
go to all the pains Nature takes in preparing a human spirit only to
fling my product at last into the ditch.




                              HUMAN FLIES


Oh for a human fly-swatter! That is, for some sort of a swatter that
would obliterate the human fly.

The most prominent trait of a fly is his ability and disposition to
bother. He is essential, concentrated botheraciousness.

He is the arch intruder. He is the type of the unwelcome. His business
is to make you quit what you are doing and attend to him.

He makes the busy cook cease her bread-making to shoo him away. He
disturbs the sleeper to brush him off. He is president and chairman of
the executive committee of the amalgamated association of all pesterers,
irritators, and nuisances.

The human fly is the male or female of the genus homo who is like the
housefly.

Some children are flies. They are so ill bred and undisciplined that
they perpetually annoy their mother until her nerves are frazzled, and
make life miserable for any guests that may be in the house. It may be
well to be kind and thoughtful toward the little darlings, but the first
lesson a child should be taught is to govern himself as not to be a
bother.

There are respectful, considerate, and unobtrusive children alas—too
few!

There are fly wives. Realizing their own pettiness they gain their
revenge by systematically irritating the husband. They make a weapon of
their weakness. They soon acquire the art of pestering, nipping, and
buzzing, keep the man in a perpetual temper, and blame him for it. You
can’t talk to them. Nothing can cure them but an eleven-foot swatter.
And these are not for sale.

Some men are just as bad. Married to a superior woman such a man is
inwardly galled by his own conscious inferiority. So he bedevils her in
ways indirect. He enjoys seeing her in a state of suppressed
indignation. He keeps her on edge. His persecution is all the more
unbearable because it is the unconscious expression of his fly nature.
Also for him there is no cure but to wait till he lights some time and
swat him with some giant, Gargantuan swatter. And they’re all out of
these, too, at the store.

There are office flies, likewise, who get into your room, occupy your
extra chair, and buzz you for an hour upon some subject that you don’t
care a whoop in Halifax about. Your inherent politeness prevents you
from kicking them out, humanity will not let you poison them, and there
is a law against shooting them. There ought to be an open season for
office flies.

Where the human flies are proudest in their function of pestiferousness,
however, is in a meeting. Wherever you have a conference, a committee
meeting, or a convention, there they buzz, tickle, and deblatterate.
They keep the majority waiting while they air their incoherence. They
suggest, amend, and raise objections. They never do anything; it is
their business to annoy people who do things.

I do not wish to seem unkind to my fellow-creatures, but it does seem as
if to all legislatures, conventions, and other gatherings there should
be an anteroom where the human flies could be gently but efficaciously
swatted.

There are Senate flies, as well as House flies, politicians whose notion
of their duty appears to be that they should vex, tantalize, and heckle
the opposing party at every point.

There are fly newspapers, whose only policy seems to be petty, vicious
annoyance.

There are fly preachers, with a cheap efficiency in diatribe and
sarcasm, and no wholesome, constructive message.

There are fly school-teachers, who hector and scold; fly pupils, who
find and fasten upon the teacher’s sensitive spot; fly beggars, who will
not be put aside; fly reformers, who can only make trouble; fly
neighbors, who cannot mind their own business; fly shopkeepers, who will
not let you buy what you want.

And the name of the devil himself is Beelzebub; which being interpreted
means “Lord of Flies.”




                                KEEP FIT


Ford, the automobile man, stated in his testimony before the Industrial
Commission that he gets more and better work out of men at eight hours a
day than at ten.

It is a law that holds good everywhere. The first duty of a worker is to
keep himself fit. And an hour’s labor when he is up to the mark, bright,
keen, and enthusiastic, is worth three hours’ effort when he is fagged.

“Keeping everlastingly at it brings success” is a lying motto; it rather
brings poor results, slipshod products, and paresis.

Rest and recreation are the best parts of labor. They are the height to
which the hammer is lifted; and the force of the blow depends on that
height. To go ahead without let-up is to deliver only a succession of
feeble, ineffective blows.

Get all the sleep you can. Stay abed all day occasionally. Learn to be
lazy, to dawdle, to enjoy an empty mind; then, when you are called to
effort, you can hit with ten times the power.

The higher the quality of your work, the more necessary it is that you
approach it only when you are at your best.

This is especially true of intellectual effort. You can tell, when you
read a story or an article, whether it is tainted with exhaustion; it is
dull, lifeless putty.

Those who court the quality of brightness, but do not keep their bodies
in trim, often resort to artificial stimulants. Stephen Crane said that
the best literature could be divided into two classes: whisky and opium.

Intelligent people ought not need to be told that this is suicide. The
best form of enthusiasm is the natural reaction of one’s system after a
period of relaxation.

The pestiferous “work-while-you-rest” apostles are ever after us to
“improve our spare time,” study French during lunch, geometry while
going to sleep, and history during recess. But spare time ought to be
wasted, not improved.

An hour or so at the ball-game, a contest at tennis, a long and aimless
walk, a party at cards, a chess match, or a time spent in jolly talk
with friends are not waste; they mean restored strength, upbuilt mental
acumen, the doubling of efficiency when work is to do.

Learn to let go. Learn to relax utterly when you sit down. Learn to let
every faculty lie down when you lie down, and rest whether you sleep or
not.

The more thoroughly you do nothing when there is nothing to do, the
better you can do something when there is something to do.

The very cream of life comes from rest. The blush, the aroma, the shine
of your best work lie in the hours of idleness massed behind it. The
secret of brilliant work is in throwing every atom of your reserve force
into it. Perpetual exertion begets mediocrity.

“Keep fit.”

That is a better rule than “Keep at it.”




                       THE SPIRITUAL STEAM-ROLLER


The secret of prophecy is to find what is right, and prophesy that.

It is very simple. What is wrong will go down.

The cosmic spiritual laws are just as accurate, just as sure-footed, as
the laws of gravitation and chemical reaction.

Any institution that is founded on non-facts, any government that is
maintained in violation of plain human rights, any system, any
propaganda, that depends upon cheating, lying, or injustice, is certain
at length to fail.

The certainty of the defeat of Prussian militarism is not based on its
inferiority in numbers, wealth, and resources, but upon the moral
rottenness of its ideas. It will come to grief, not because of its lack
of force—it would make no difference if it were a hundred times
stronger—but because it is based on principles which to humanity are
intolerable.

If the Hohenzollern crowd had met no resistance in Belgium, if they had
conquered Paris as they hoped, if they had crushed England, if they had
realized to the full their dream of dominance over Europe and the whole
world, their structure would have crumbled just the same, because it
would have been reared upon violence, inhumanity, faithlessness, and
fraud.

In the little affairs of a day it seems sometimes as if the wicked
prosper. The gambler is flush, the lecher flourishes, the swindler gets
away with his swag, and the pirate, the assassin, and the robber feast
on their booty. But when this sort of thing is stretched out over any
considerable space of time or territory, so that the cosmic laws, which
move slowly, have a chance, it is sure to break down.

What we call righteousness and justice is just as much a part of nature
as the physical laws. It is just as true and certain that lying brings
disgrace, robbery cannot be made a permanent basis of business,
uncleanness ends in shame, tyranny brings revolution, and cruelty
eventuates in counter-cruelty and insecurity, as that water runs down
hill and flame mounts upward.

It is the glory of the Hebrew that he first saw and made clear to the
world these spiritual verities. His Bible is a book of spiritual
chemistry and physics.

When he said that “the ungodly shall not stand,” “the covenant with hell
shall be disannulled,” “though hand join in hand the wicked shall not go
unpunished,” and “be not deceived, God is not mocked, for whatsoever a
man soweth, that shall he also reap,” he was not indulging in sentiment,
but he had a real vision of cosmic law.

It was the supreme genius of Jesus that He saw the majestic certainty
and fatefulness of this law, and recommended to His followers that they
let it alone, and trust in it.

“Vengeance is mine, I will avenge, saith the Lord.” Time, evolution,
destiny, nature, God—all these flow onward as irresistible tides, and
even the inventive ferocity of an efficient nation gone mad cannot stop
nor delay them.

The Prussian military steam-roller could only get so far, then it had to
stop. The steam-roller of spiritual law carries on.




                                 HEAVEN


I have discovered where heaven is.

Wherever you are, it is somewhere else.

It is the land of the unattainable, the island that has never been
discovered, the shore no ship has ever reached.

Who has found that moment, spoken of by Goethe, where one can say, “Let
this moment last forever”?

We were sitting on the top of the mountain, on the platform in front of
the little inn, Anushka and I, looking far out over the successive
ranges of the Sierras that extended wave-like everywhere. The sun was
brilliant. The air was warm. Around us was spread a panorama as
beautiful as mortal eyes had ever seen. I was about to ask Anushka if
she was happy, when she pointed to a spot over the farthest peaks where
the clouds touched the mountain-tops and a gleam of sunshine blessed
them, and said:

“There! My soul is yonder. Do you see that spot? It is the
dwelling-place of light ineffable. All is peace and joy there. I think
that must be heaven.”

“You are right,” I answered. “That is heaven—from here. But when you get
there you will find it only mist. From here those clouds are white and
gold, and angels fly among them. If you could reach them you would find
it bleak and cold, with only rocks and snow-drifts and desolation about
you.

“Then perhaps you might see, farther on in the distance, another point
full of glory. If you flew to that you would find your glory-point just
as far away as ever.

“So heaven flies before us. To us heaven is on Venus, or Saturn, or
Arcturus; to the inhabitants of those spheres, who knows? Maybe heaven
is on Tellus.”

“That,” she said, “seems a bitter view.”

“Not at all,” I returned. “It is the only view that makes happiness
eternal. The one everlasting faculty of mankind is anticipation. The one
inexhaustible fountain of joy is hope. Those whose happiness is located
in the land of hope will always be happy.

“Heaven is in the future, because the future is infinite. Besides, the
future is the only time when we can be happy without alloy. The past,
even as to the pleasantest moments of it, is always a little sad. So no
one’s heaven is in the past. The present is fleeting, sinking every
minute into the darkness of the past. So no man’s heaven is in the
present. In the future alone is pure, ideal, untainted joy.

“We are born pilgrims and strangers. The birds of the air have nests,
and the foxes have holes, but man has not where to lay his head. He is
the gypsy of the universe. He is the bird of passage of the world.”

“But I have been happy,” protested Anushka.

“Possibly,” I said. “But what keys you up to live, what stimulates and
inspires you, is not the happiness you have had, but the happiness you
expect to have.

“The surest, stablest thing in life is heaven. It rests upon the
enduring stones of hope. Its pillars are all of the alabaster of
anticipation. It is a city of eternity, not of time. Therefore it is
that its gates are never shut, night nor day.”




                            THE BEST OF LIFE


You say, my dear Anushka, that you have nothing but your dreams; you are
full of dreams; drunk every day with ideals. And you speak of this as if
it were a weakness, something to be ashamed of.

You are young. All your years slant upward. Before you life stretches
out as a vast untried adventure. Love is yet to come, and success, and a
career. Let me, who am over the hillcrest and on the westering slope,
talk to you a bit.

And looking back on all that I have had and felt and lived, let me say
to you that the best of all was the dream. Not what I got but what I
longed for, not what I attained unto but what I aimed at, these are my
harvest, my treasures.

I fished in the sea, but the biggest fish got away. I hunted in the
wood, but the brightest birds, the fleetest deer, were those I glimpsed
and saw as they vanished.

The things I have seen, gazed at with full vision, were cheap and tawdry
compared to those that flashed by and were caught only by the tail of my
eye.

What I have done is a poor compromise. What I dreamed of doing was
wonderful. I have composed music such as the angels might covet to sing.
I have painted pictures, carved statues, built palaces, such as no hands
of flesh could accomplish.

I have said words that broke hearts with their infinite tragedy, and
healed them again with their divine accent of consolation. I have
written books that swayed the world’s heart as the summer wind bends the
wheat-field.

But it was all in the realm of might-have-been, beyond the mountains of
the possible.

This real self I am afraid for you to know. It is so commonplace. I am
just a man, and the worse for wear. I am not a bit splendid nor
dazzling, but by way of being shop-worn.

It is only my beautiful secret that comforts me to take of what I
dreamed; it is only this that encourages me to take my journey hopefully
among the stars when my release comes; perhaps there, in some cozy
planet among the Pleiades, or dwelling as a pure flame among the
fire-spirits that play about the petals of Dante’s Rose of Heaven,
perhaps there I shall find a pot of gold at the end of my rainbow.

But as far as this earthly career is concerned, Anushka, the rainbow has
been more worth than the gold. Yet I am not sad nor disillusioned, for,
listen, I still have my dreams, my skies of may-be still overarch with
infinitude my earth that is.

What I have is pitiful enough. Ah, but what I thought I was getting! I
am as one who gathers shells and sea-beauties and takes them home, and
finds them withered, yet remembers the day on the shore. You recall what
the poet said?

  “I wiped away the weeds and foam,
  I fetched my sea—born treasures home,
  But the poor, unsightly, noisome things
  Had left their beauty on the shore
  With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar.”

So hold your dreams, Anushka, and never let them go, for when you are
old they will be the best residue of life.




                             USE AND BEAUTY


The Sabbath, said the Teacher, was made for Man, and not man for the
Sabbath.

The bearin’s of which, as Dickens would say, is in its application.

Any Institution was made for Man, and not Man for the Institution.

The college, for instance. No, friend Procrustes, whilst we appreciate
your zeal to make a record for yourself as President, yet we would
remind you that we are sending our boy to your University for the good
He can get out of it, and not for the benefit He can be to it. He is not
there for you to find out how far He falls short of your standards, nor
what glory He can add to his Alma Mater; He is there for You to find out
what’s in Him, and to develop that. We don’t care a hang about your
grand old traditions and things, except as they help you in being the
making of our particular pup.

The Church was made for Man, and not Man for the Church. And if your
meeting-house is just occupied in keeping itself up, parson, why, close
it up and start a hennery, and help Hoover. We don’t care about how much
money you raise, nor how beautiful are your vestments, nor how high your
theology, nor how numerous your membership, nor how gay your stained
glass. Are you helping friend Man? Are you making him sober,
industrious, clean, and honest? Are you developing in him a civic
conscience? Or are you simply being good—so good you’re good for
nothing? Come, produce! Or quit!

The House was made for Man, Ma, and not Man for the House. Let the boys
play marbles in the dining-room, and the girls have their beaux in the
parlor, and grandpa smoke his pipe in the kitchen, and everybody raid
the ice-box at 11 p. m. if they want to; what better use can carpets be
put to than that children’s knees should wear them out a-gleemaking, and
what are sofas for if not for spooning, and kitchen-warmth and cheer if
not for old folk homing? Use the old home up, and get a better
product—of love and laughter and undying memories.

Books were made for Man, and not Man for Books. Use ’em. Thumb ’em. Mark
’em. Go to bed with ’em. Carry ’em on trains. And don’t own books that
cannot be carried down through the Valley of Every-day as the soul’s
lunch-basket.

The most perfect Ornament is that which is of the most perfect Service
to Man. No cane is so beautiful as the one grandfather wore smooth on a
thousand walks; no chair so lovely as that one mother consecrated by
many a night of rocking the baby; no table so priceless as that one
where father used to write; no pipe so pretty as the one he smoked; no
dress so charming as that one that still has the wrinkles in it worn
there by the little girl gone—gone forever into heaven, or womanhood.

It’s the human touch that beautifies. Nothing can be warmly beautiful
that is not, or was not, useful.

And Democracy is beautiful because it exists for the welfare of the
People that compose it, and not for the glory of the Dynasty that rules
it.

The State was made for Man, and not Man for the State.




                       THE ETHICS OF CONTROVERSY


Everything is disputable. I am willing to entertain arguments in support
of any proposition whatsoever.

If you want to defend theft, mayhem, adultery, or murder, state your
case, bring on your reasons; for in endeavoring to prove an indefensible
thing you discover for yourself how foolish is your thesis.

But it is essential to any controversy, if it is to be of any use,
first, that the issue be clearly understood by both sides.

Most contentions amount merely to a difference of definition. Agree,
therefore, exactly upon what it is you are discussing. If possible, set
down your statements in writing.

Most argument is a wandering from the subject, a confusion of the
question, an increasing divergence from the point. Stick to the matter
in hand.

When your adversary brings in subjects not relevant, do not attempt to
answer them. Ignore them, lest you both go astray and drift into empty
vituperation.

For instance, President Wilson, in the “Lusitania” incident, called
Germany’s attention to the fact that her submarines had destroyed a
merchant ship upon the high seas, the whole point being that this had
been done without challenge or search and without giving non-combatant
citizens of a neutral country a chance for their lives. Germany’s reply
discussed points that had no bearing upon this issue, such as various
acts of England. Mr. Wilson, in his reply, wisely refused to discuss
these irrelevant things, an example of intelligent controversy.

Keep cool. The worse your case, the louder your voice.

Be courteous. Avoid epithets. Do not use language calculated to anger or
offend your opponent. Such terms weaken the strength of your position.

A controversy is a conflict of reasons, not of passions. The more heat
the less sense.

Keep down your ego. Do not boast. Do not emphasize what you think, what
you believe, and what you feel; but try to put forth such statements as
will induce your opponent to think, believe, and feel rationally.

Wait. Give your adversary all the time he wants to vent his views. Let
him talk himself out. Wait your turn, and begin only when he is through.

Agree with him as far as you can. Give due weight, and a little more, to
his opinions. It was the art of Socrates, the greatest of
controversialists, to let a man run the length of his rope, that is, to
talk until he had himself seen the absurdity of his contention.

Most men argue simply to air their convictions. Give them room. Often
when they have fully exhausted their notions they will come gently back
to where you want them. They are best convinced when they convince
themselves.

Avoid tricks, catches, and the like. Do not take advantage of your
opponent’s slip of the tongue. Let him have the impression that you are
treating him fairly.

Do not get into any discussion unless you can make it a sincere effort
to discover the truth, and not to overcome, out-talk, or humiliate your
opponent.

Do not discuss at all with one who has his mind made up beforehand. It
is usually profitless to argue upon religion, because as a rule men’s
opinions here are reached not by reason but by feeling or by custom.
Nothing is more interesting and profitable, however, than to discuss
religion with an open-minded person, yet such a one is a very rare bird.

If you meet a man full of egotism or prejudices, do not argue with him.
Let him have his say, agree with him as you can, and for the rest—smile.

Controversy may be made a most friendly and helpful exercise, if it be
undertaken by two well-tempered and courteous minds.

Vain contention, on the contrary, is of no use except to deepen enmity.

Controversy is a game for strong minds; contention is a game for the
weak and undisciplined.




                          LETTING THINGS ALONE


There are times, said Eb Hopkins, when you want to Let Things Alone, and
then again there are times when you want to Meddle.

I lean mostly to lettin’ ’em alone, myself.

As I git older I notice that most things sorta cure ’emselves, if you
leave ’em lay.

I used to butt in frequent when young, but since I passed the draft age
I kinda lost my taste for fixin’ things.

I suppose they’s some would call me a coward, and a sidestepper, and an
opportunist, and a trimmer, and all that—I dunno—maybe I am—but I’ve had
my eye on old Mr. Time for lo, these many years, and I’ve observed that,
as a mender of bones, hearts, political differences, and religious
quarrels, he is like A. Ward’s kangaroo, “seldom ekaled and never
surpassed.”

The way to teach a boy how to swim is to throw him into the water and go
away. Then he has to learn, right off.

There was old man Eustis and his wife, over Sanford way, that had no end
o’ trouble over their boy. They was always workin’ with him and
lecturin’ him and rasslin’ in prayer over him, and he was just carousin’
and actin’ up like all the time; till the old folks up and died, and
then they was nobody cared a whoop for the boy, whether he hung hisself
or not, and he had the first good spell o’ lettin’ alone he’d ever had
in his life, and he just turned right around and straightened up and now
he owns a bank, and is deacon in the church, and everything.

Of course, you can’t always let things alone, but in case of doubt it’s
trumps.

As I read history, it seems to me that Lettin’ Folks Alone has been the
secret of the success of the English-speakin’ peoples. Gov’ment Control
of everything from wheat-cakes to railroads may be comin’, and it may be
best, but I’m personally a leetle skittish of it.

The English race’s idea of Law and Gov’ment is to have as leetle of ’em
as possible. The German idea is to have everything and everybody
regulated, down to drawin’ their breath. And they’re tryin’ it out now,
to see which idea will whip.

The Almighty does a heap o’ Lettin’ Folks Alone. Anybody can go to the
dogs that wants to. The gates of the Bad Place are open day and night.
It looks to me very much as if what saves a man must come from the
inside of him, and if he ain’t got nothin’ inside that will rouse up and
save him, he ain’t worth savin’, and Nature is anxious to shovel him out
in the discard just as soon as possible.

So I says, Let ’em Alone. The good ones’ll come to the top, and the bad
ones will drown, and they’ll make fertilizer, and p’raps that’s what
they’re intended for.

Thus spake Eb Hopkins.




                       THE PLEASURES OF OUTLAWRY


The hand of civilization has lain hard upon those professions wherein
the outlaw spirit once found expression. The riproaring pirates have
been swept from the seven seas. Bandits have been chased from the
mountains. Robbers no longer infest the woods, and smugglers have
deserted the caves. About all that is left for the poor wicked man is
the gypsy bands in the country and the criminal class in the city.

Too little attention has been given to that primeval and persistent
trait of human nature, the love of outlawry. That it is in the blood of
all of us is shown by the fact that it breaks out in every boy. No boy
wants to be a banker or a grocer when he grows up; they all want to
become pirates, bandits, or circus clowns.

They are supposed to get over this as they mature, but a lot of it still
lingers under the vests of the most respectable members of society.

It is doubtful whether any human being wants to sin. What he wants is to
escape from respectability.

Few men drink liquor for the love of it. A vast deal of alcohol is
consumed just because it seems devilish. When the host tips his guest
the wink and stealthily leads the way to the back-closet under the
stairs and produces a black bottle, how the flavor of the liquor is
improved by the vicious delight in evading the watchfulness of the
members of the Women’s Temperance Society gathered in the parlor!

Few boys would learn to smoke if it were not impressed upon them that
smoking perverts their morals and brings them to an early grave. For
just the wild waywardness of doing something desperate they will sneak
behind the barn and make themselves sick with father’s pipe.

How many a marriage has gone wrong because of the irrepressible desire
of human beings to make moral excursions might be an interesting subject
for speculation. There is a cantankerous rebellion in the average human
being toward anything that is legalized, even ecstatic bliss.

The criminal class is supposed to be confined to a few low-browed
persons well known to the police. But all criminality does not lie
within this corral. There are propensities in all of us that differ but
little from those in the professional law-breaker.




                                JUSTICE


There are many earnest souls occupied in trying to do people good.

There are nine million societies, more or less, organized to improve and
to ameliorate.

There are preachers, missionaries, evangelists, reformers, exhorters,
viewers-with-pride, and pointers-with-alarm without number wrestling
with sinners.

All forms of industry are booming these days in the U. S. A., but the
uplift business is still several laps ahead.

It seems ungracious to say a word to any enthusiastic person who is
engaged in so laudable an enterprise as that of rescuing the perishing,
feeding the hungry, and healing the sick.

And yet, when you take time to think right through to the bottom of
things, you must come to the conclusion that there is but one real,
radical and effective way to help your fellow-men, and that is the way
called justice.

If I want to redeem the world I can come nearer my object, and do less
harm, by being just toward myself and just toward everybody else, than
by “doing good” to people.

The only untainted charity is justice.

Often our ostensible charities serve but to obscure and palliate great
evils.

Conventional charity drops pennies in the beggar’s cup, carries bread to
the starving, distributes clothing to the naked. Real charity, which is
justice, sets about removing the conditions that make beggary,
starvation, and nakedness.

Conventional charity plays Lady Bountiful; justice tries to establish
such laws as shall give employment to all, so that they need no bounty.

Charity makes the Old Man of the Sea feed sugar-plums to the poor devil
he is riding and choking; justice would make him get off his victim’s
back.

Conventional charity piously accepts things as they are, and helps the
unfortunate; justice goes to the legislature and changes things.

Charity swats the fly; justice takes away the dung-heaps that breed
flies.

Charity gives quinine in the malarial tropics; justice drains the
swamps.

Charity sends surgeons and ambulances and trained nurses to the war;
justice struggles to secure that internationalism that will prevent war.

Charity works among slum wrecks; justice dreams and plans that there be
no more slums.

Charity scrapes the soil’s surface; justice subsoils.

Charity is affected by symptoms; justice by causes.

Charity assumes evil institutions and customs to be a part of “Divine
Providence,” and tearfully works away at taking care of the wreckage;
justice regards injustice everywhere, custom-buttressed and respectable
or not, as the work of the devil, and vigorously attacks it.

Charity is timid and is always passing the collection-box; justice is
unafraid and asks no alms, no patrons, no benevolent support.

“It is presumed,” says Henry Seton Merriman, “that the majority of
people are willing enough to seek the happiness of others; which desire
leads the individual to interfere with his neighbor’s affairs, while it
burdens society with a thousand associations for the welfare of mankind
or the raising of the masses.”

The best part of the human race does not want help, nor favor, nor
charity; it wants a fair chance and a square deal.

Charity is man’s kindness.

Justice is God’s.




                                 INDEX


Compiled for Wm. H. Wise by John T. Hoyle, Professor of Practical
English, Carnegie Institute of Technology.

Note.—In this index, all notations refer first to the volume, and then
to the page of the volume. Thus, Will Power, I, 12, means that the
reference to Will Power will be found on page 12 of Volume I. The titles
of the Essays are in every instance printed in italic capitals and lower
case; thus, _Great Man, The_, I, 28, means that the essay appearing
under that title is to be found in Volume I, on page 28.


                                   A
  Ability, II, 9
  _Abraham Lincoln, The Common Man_, IX, 32
  Accomplishment, I, 24
  Achievement, I, 50, 80, 121; VI, 72, 98; X, 76
  Action, I, 23
  _Actor’s Prayer, The_, VII, 146
  _Advantage of Being Forgot, The_, V, 143
  Adventure, IX, 41
  Advertising, III, 62; V. 76; VI, 34; VII, 88
  Age, II, 111; IX, 24
  _Agreeableness_, I, 16
  _All Noise Is Waste_, I, 39
  Ambition, VII, 121
  Americanism, V, 107; II, 16; VIII, 85; IX, 7, 37
  _American View of the British, An_, II, 150
  _America’s Coming of Age_, I, 142
  Anarchist, The, II, 30
  _Andorra_, VIII, 128
  _Anger_, IX, 86
  _Anger Poison_, VII, 138
  Anticipation, VIII, 134
  Appetite, V, 134
  Aristocracy, I, 7, 99; II, 98; III, 44, 90; VII, 104; IX, 47
  _Around the Corner_, II, 26
  Art, I, 108, 148, 157; III, 27; V, 74, VI, 35; VII, 36, 120; X, 51
  _Art and Democracy_, VII, 130
  _Art of Happy Memory, The_, X, 88
  _Art of Living, The_, VIII, 38
  Autocracy, III, 77; VII, 81
  Automobiles, I, 19; IV, 107, 111


                                   B
  _Babies in Prison_, III, 114
  Backsliding, II, 12
  _Bananas_, VI, 46
  _Be a Bird Landlord!_, VII, 142
  Beauty, I, 79; II, 127; IV, 9, 157; V, 149; VII, 99, 119, 132; IX,
          117; X, 122
  Bernhardt, Sarah, VII, 34
  _Be Still_, IX, 128
  _Best of Life, The_, X, 118
  _Better Conquest, The_, II, 66
  Bible, The, III, 107; IV, 42
  Birds, VI, 116; VII, 142
  _Bloody Knife, The_, III, 153
  _Bob White_, VI, 116
  _Body and the Automobile, The_, IV, 107
  Books, I, III, 8; III, 49; IV, 36; V, 30; VI, 75; VII, 29; IX, 82;
          X, 124
  Bores, X, 101
  _Bound_, III, 89
  _Boy and the Gang, The_, V, 100
  _Boy or Girl Who Quits School, The_, VIII, 141
  Boys, V, 119
  Boys and Girls, VIII, 52
  _Brain_, IX, 69
  Bravery, I, 155; III, 72
  Brotherhood, VI, 156
  Brotherhood, Universal, I, 125
  Business, II, 48; III, 7, 74; IV, 68; V, 34, 61, 74; VI, 32; VII,
          42, 70, 86, 88; VIII, 5; IX, 87; X, 44


                                   C
  _Call, The_, VI, 72
  _Campaign Against Fear, The_, VII, 41
  _Capacity to Forget, The_, V, 103
  _Capital_, IV, 70
  Capital, VII, 43; VIII, 60; IX, 126
  Capital and Labor, II, 46; III, 78
  _Careful and Courageous_, III, 72
  _Carpenter Shop, The_, II, 123
  Castles in Spain, IV, 35
  _Catch-Phrases_, IV, 124
  _Ceilings_, IV, 23
  Character, I, 13, 28, 82; II, 50; IV, 93, 143; V, 29, 123; VI,
          104, 137; VII, 44, 106
  Charity, V, 87; X, 91, 139
  Chastity, V, 87
  Cheerfulness, I, 93; III, 25; VII, 73; IX, 20, 62
  _Childishness of the Past, The_, II, 32
  Children, I, 26; II, 13, 32, 70, 78, 127; III, 18, 35, 58, 153;
          IV, 80, 92, 111, 147; V, 159; VI, 7, 101, 107, 158; VII,
          9, 44, 94; VIII, 52, 92, 107, 111, 150; IX, 21, 120, 156;
          X, 95, 102, 132, 135
  _Child’s Play a Crime, The_, III, 58
  Christianity, II, 84; III, 132; IV, 96
  Christ Life, The, I, 132
  Christmas, II, 28
  _Chrysanthemum, The_, IV, 9
  Church, X, 123
  _Cities of Refuge_, II, 103
  _City Life_, III, 61
  _City of the Future, The_, IX, 143
  Civic Spirit, III, 76
  Civilization, II, 88; III, 61, 107, 133; IV, 23, 116; V, 61; VII,
          19, 134
  _Civilizers, The_, III, 132
  Class Consciousness, II, 55; III, 12; VI, 129; VIII, 72; IX, 48,
          125
  _Classic, The_, III, 125
  _Clean Business_, V, 34
  Cleanliness, VII, 111
  _Cock-Sureness_, IV, 137
  _Colleges and Automobiles_, IV, 111
  _Columbus_, VI, 19
  _Comeback, The_, VI, 125
  Comfort, V, 95
  _Coming of Democracy, The_, VIII, 33
  _Common Sense_, IV, 13
  Common Sense, III, 117
  Competence, I, 49
  Competition, VII, 70; VIII, 65
  Concentration, VI, 106
  _Confusion_, VIII, 118
  Conservatism, VII, 135
  _Consistency_, VI, 51
  Contemplation, V, 137; VII, 24
  Contentment, II, 159; V, 141; VI, 28; VII, 73; IX, 73; X, 89
  Controversy, X, 126
  Conviction, IX, 54
  Co-operation, I, 54, 125; III, 42, 77; V, 62; IX, 48, 143
  _Corn_, IX, 146
  Corpulence, V, 134
  Corset, The, II, 127
  Courage, I, 13, 100; II, 120; III, 32, 54, 72, 138; V, 86; VI, 13,
          53; IX, 6
  Courtesy, VII, 113
  Cowardice, I, 112; III, 90
  _Cowardice of Pessimism, The_, I, 112
  _Creature or Creator?_  IV, 26
  Crime, III, 58; IV, 116; VIII, 73
  _Criminal Class, The_, VIII, 73
  Criticism, V, 127
  Culture, V, 154; VII, 155
  _Cure for Class, The_, II, 55
  _Curing the Hurt of the World_, III, 144
  Cynicism, II, 116


                                   D
  _Dad_, VII, 9
  Danger, V, 74
  _Dante_, V, 30
  Death, I, 38, 93, 148; II, 27, 80, 130; IV, 39, 55, 74, 120; V,
          53, 89; VI, 68
  _Death, the Most Beautiful Adventure in Life_, IX, 41
  _Decadence_, V, 41
  _Decentifying Function of Money, The_, III, 110
  Decision, IV, 103
  _Delicacy—The Flavor of All the Virtues_, IX, 9
  _Demand for Preaching, The_, IV, 120
  Democracy, I, 54, 118; II, 22, 87, 98; III, 11, 77; IV, 25, 64,
          126; V, 110, 113; VI, 44, 132; VII, 21, 81, 130; VIII, 24,
          33, 63, 69, 81, 92, 153; IX, 13, 46, 65, 103, 145; X, 125
  _Democracy and Socialism_, VII, 61
  _Democratic Trust, The_, V, 61
  _Dependence_, III, 35
  _Despair_, VI, 11
  Despair, VI, 20, 55; IX, 111
  Destiny, I, 24
  _Destruction of Pleasure, The_, II, 73
  _Dhammapada, The_, VIII, 145
  Dining, IX, 20
  Discipline, II, 69, 71, 141; IX, 154
  Disease, VIII, 119
  _Dog in the Manger, The_, II, 35
  _Doing Clears the Mind_, I, 23
  Doubt, II, 115; III, 67; VII, 79
  Drama, I, 109
  Dreamer, The, V, 10
  Dreams, X, 118
  _Dreams and Art_, VI, 35
  Dress, II, 127
  Drink, I, 13; V, 124
  _Drunk on Wistaria_, I, 9
  _Dull Day, A_, X, 79
  _Dumb Danger_, V, 74
  _Duty_, VIII, 110
  Duty, II, 67; III, 68; X, 28
  _Duty of the Rich, The_, III, 68
  Dyspepsia, V, 94


                                   E
  Education, I, 37; II, 91; III, 5, 153; IV, 83, 111; V, 49, 119;
          VI, 84, 113, 118, 133; VII, 44, 53; VIII, 39, 70, 92, 115,
          141; X, 122
  _Efficiency_, X, 76
  Efficiency, VI, 23, 56; VIII, 141; IX, 81; X, 106
  Egotism, III, 92; VI, 137; VII, 109; IX, 10
  _Eighteen_, IV, 147
  _Elbert Hubbard_, VIII, 83
  Emphasis, I, 40
  Endurance, X, 5
  _Enemy, The_, I, 41
  English, The, II, 150; III, 32
  _Enupeak_, VI, 129
  Environment, VII, 37
  Equanimity, I, 19
  _Eternal Humanities, The_, VI, 153
  Ethics, IV, 83
  _Ethics of Controversy, The_, X, 126
  _Every Day_, I, 80
  _Except It Die_, IV, 55
  Exercise, III, 24
  Experience, III, 118; VI, 5; VII, 156
  _Experience Versus Results_, VII, 86
  _Experiments in Definition_, V, 86
  Extravagance, III, 69


                                   F
  _Factory and the School, The_, V, 118
  _Fads and Fundamentals_, V, 49
  Failure, I, 26, 59; VI, 95; IX, 136
  Faith, II, 113; V, 86; VII, 5, 59; X, 48
  Fallacies, Common, IV, 124
  _Fanatic and the Idealist, The_, II, 30
  Fate, III, 139; IV, 27; VI, 22, 128
  Fathers, I, 36
  _Fat Man, The_, V, 133
  Fear, II, 147; III, 80; VI, 12, 23; VII, 41; IX, 51, 79; X, 57, 92
  _Fear of Death, The_, II, 80
  _Fear of Greatness_, IV, 33
  Fishing, III, 149; V, 47
  Flowers, I, 9, 72; IV, 9; IX, 24
  Flute, The, VIII, 121
  Food, III, 22
  _Fool’s Gold_, VIII, 56
  _Fool, The_, VIII, 133
  Forestry, VI, 109
  Forgetfulness, V, 103, 143
  _Forget It_, I, 32
  Forgiveness, IV, 34; V, 87, 103; IX, 73
  _For Lovers to Read_, I, 72
  Frailty, IV, 30
  France, I, 117
  Fraternity, X, 12
  Freedom, I, 25, 69, 142; III, 34, 90; V, 131
  _Friend Bed_, V, 95
  Friendship, III, 157; IV, 34; VI, 75, 89; VII, 116; IX, 121
  _From the Chin Up_, VII, 153
  _Fundamentals in Democracy_, VII, 81
  Future, The, VIII, 134
  _Futurists_, VII, 134


                                   G
  _Gary System, The_, VI, 84
  Genius, V, 28
  _Genius is One Who has Found Himself, A_, I, 84
  Gentility, II, 51
  _Gentleman, The_, I, 154
  Gentleness, III, 105
  Ghosts, I, 76
  _Glimpses_, I, 76
  _God and the Little Boy_, IX, 156
  _God’s Whisper_, VII, 23
  Good-Cheer, VI, 14
  Goodness, III, 91; IV, 34; VI, 66; VII, 75
  _Good Taste and Good Judgment_, VIII, 24
  _Go On_, V, 26
  Gossip, I, 157
  _Government_, V, 155
  Government, IV, 63; IX, 47
  Government Ownership, III, 78
  Gratitude, I, 37
  _Grayson_, VII, 117
  _Greatest Enemy, The_, III, 80
  _Greatest Railway in the World, The_, VI, 56
  _Great Man, The_, I, 28
  _Greatness_, IX, 17
  Greatness, I, 45; III, 105; IV, 23; VII, 75; IX, 160
  _Great Love and Much Service_, IV, 5
  _Great Silences, The_, I, 147
  _Great Soul, The_, VII, 75
  _Green Fire_, I, 105
  Grief, I, 148
  Grit, II, 141


                                   H
  Habit, I, 17
  _Habit of Self-Confidence, The_, VI, 95
  _Half-Science_, VII, 18
  Happiness, I, 21, 25, 96; II, 27, 52, 74, 138; IV, 5, 50, 73, 86;
          V, 12, 99, 148; VI, 15, 40, 145; VII, 49, 97, 100, 125;
          VIII, 6, 42, 103, 116
  Harmony, VIII, 121
  _Healing Power of Housekeeping, The_, IV, 99
  Health, III, 22; IV, 91, 99, 107
  _Heaven_, X, 114
  Heaven, V, 38
  _Heaven Help the Poor_, II, 52
  Hell, III, 45
  Heredity, V, 115
  _Here’s to Your Good Health!_  IV, 91
  _Heroism_, V, 16
  Heroism, III, 67; V, 19
  _Hidden Happiness_, VII, 100
  History, I, 68
  _Home, The_, IX, 120
  Home, X, 124
  Honesty, I, 139; V, 34, 124; IX, 9
  Honor, V, 87
  Horses, III, 74
  Housekeeping, IV, 99
  Howe, E. W., II, 48
  _How Much Land a Man Needs to Live On_, I, 65
  _How to be Interesting_, VI, 104
  _How to Go to Sleep_, IX, 90
  _How to Keep Friends_, III, 157
  _How to Live a Hundred Years_, III, 22
  _How to Read the Bible_, IV, 42
  _Hubbard, Elbert_, VIII, 83
  _Human Flies_, X, 101
  _Human Heart, The_, V, 5
  _Humanities Versus the Ideals, The_, X, 14
  _Humanity_, II, 57
  Humanity, I, 49; III, 34, 100, 116; IV, 31, 120, 157; VI, 9, 147;
          IX, 35
  Humility, V, 87; VI, 137; VII, 115; IX, 10
  Humor, II, 151; V, 134
  _Hunting a Job_, IX, 78


                                   I
  _Ideal and the Job, The_, VI, 139
  Ideal Life, The, IV, 76
  Idealism, V, 44
  Idealist, The, II, 30
  _Ideals_, IX, 105
  Ideals, X, 14
  _Ideal Woman, The_, X, 30
  Ideas, Right, I, 138
  Idleness, V, 47
  _Idleness the Mother of Progress_, X, 51
  _I Don’t Know_, VII, 115
  _If I Were God_, VIII, 106
  Ignorance, II, 155; VIII, 118; IX, 54
  _I Know_, VI, 39
  Illusion, VIII, 115
  Imagination, III, 87; IV, 35; IX, 92
  Immortality, III, 122
  _Immune, The_, IX, 134
  Incompetence, I, 50
  Independence, II, 57; III, 35; IV, 84
  Individualism, I, 126; III, 77
  Individuality, I, 84; V, 100
  Influence, I, 131
  _In Praise of Flaws_, I, 95
  _In Praise of Sorrow_, II, 40
  Insincerity, IX, 11
  Insolence, IX, 12
  _Intellectual Trains_, VI, 26
  Intelligence, III, 73
  _Intervals_, V, 137
  _Inward Song, The_, X, 46
  _Iron in the Soul_, IX, 152
  _Irony and Pity_, VI, 5
  _Isms_, IV, 95
  _It Can’t Be Done_, VII, 149
  _It Takes Grit_, II, 141
  _It Won’t Work_, IV, 76


                                   J
  _Japanese Common Sense_, III, 118
  Jealousy, III, 83
  _Job and His Wife_, V, 21
  _Journalist, The_, VI, 42
  Joy, I, 24; II, 43, 95, 157; V, 20, 150
  _Joy of Work, The_, VIII, 99
  _Joys of Living, The_, I, 114
  Judgment, VIII, 24
  _Justice_, X, 138
  Justice, III, 107, 114; IV, 116, 127; IX, 14; X, 12
  _Just Right_, II, 101


                                   K
  _Keep Fit_, X, 106
  _Keep Your Chin Up_, III, 136
  _Keep Your Mind_, IX, 112
  _Keep Your Mouth Shut_, III, 127
  Kindness, I, 24; V, 129
  _Kind Word for the Capitalist, A_, VIII, 60
  _Kingdom Come_, X, 10
  _Kings, The_, VII, 21
  _Kinship of Frailty, The_, IV, 30
  _Kinship of Soul and Sea, The_, II, 145
  Knowledge, VII, 41


                                   L
  Labor, III, 78; IV, 71; VII, 43; VIII, 62; IX, 126; X, 22, 52, 106
  Labor Unions, I, 143
  _Laughter_, VI, 111
  _Law_, IX, 29
  Law, III, 89, 114; V, 86; VI, 127
  _Law of the Table, The_, IX, 20
  _Laying Up_, X, 96
  Laziness, V, 47; X, 56
  _Letting Things Alone_, X, 131
  _Liberty_, V, 131
  Liberty, I, 25, 27, 142; III, 9, 89; IX, 65; X, 11
  Life, I, 25, 86, 92, 103, 114; II, 21, 119; III, 22, 38; IV, 55,
          69, 89, 103; V, 55, 90; VI, 21, 27, 40, 91, 105, 111, 149;
          VII, 52, 58, 156; VIII, 38; IX, 41, 62, 160; X, 114, 118
  _Life an Adventure_, V, 146
  _Life as a Business Proposition_, VIII, 5
  _Life a Tight-Rope Walk_, IV, 39
  _Life is an Unstable Equilibrium_, II, 20
  _Life is Something to Do, Not Something to Learn_, IV, 50
  _Light and Burning_, I, 131
  Likes and Dislikes, III, 150
  _Limitations of Science, The_, IV, 59
  _Lincoln the American Type_, V, 107
  Literature, I, 7, 99; V, 41; VI, 144; VII, 65, 85, 117
  _Little God of Happy Endings, The_, X, 83
  _Littles_, VII, 111
  Living, IV, 84
  _Living Versus Passing the Time_, V, 98
  Loneliness, I, 135
  _Lone Trail, The_, I, 135
  Love, I, 9, 18, 24, 34, 72, 149; II, 27, 44, 64; III, 129; IV, 5;
          V, 19, 80, 88; VI, 40, 75, 88, 100, 121, 133; VII, 86;
          VIII, 119; IX, 58, 63, 123; X, 27, 83
  _Loyal_, VI, 100
  Loyalty, IV, 33
  Luck, II, 147
  Luxury, III, 69
  _Lying Art of Morbidity, The_, I, 92
  _Lying to Yourself_, V, 122


                                   M
  Man, I, 28; V, 116; IX, 9
  Manliness, II, 106
  _Manner of Greatness, The_, I, 45
  _Manners_, IV, 15
  _Man Who Gets Things Done, The_, I, 121
  _March of the Shadows, The_, VII, 13
  Mark Twain, II, 32
  Marriage, II, 21, 104; III, 25; VIII, 56; X, 137
  Martyrdom, I, 132
  _Master’s Hand, The_, VII, 65
  _Maxims of Friendship_, VI, 75
  _Meaning of the Day, The_, I, 68
  Mediocrity, I, 84
  Meditation, III, 84
  Memory, III, 87
  Men, II, 20; V, 9; X, 103
  Men of Principle, II, 6
  _Men Who Make Good, The_, III, 54
  Militarism, II, 88; III, 77
  Military Training, III, 76
  Millennium, The, X, 10
  Mind, The, I, 23; IX, 71, 112
  _Mind-Healing_, VI, 149
  _Mine Own Will Come to Me_, VII, 5
  _Ministry of Death, The_, V, 53
  _Modern Craze for Beauty, The_, IV, 157
  Modesty, VII, 116
  Money, III, 27, 40, 110; IV, 139; V, 36; VI, 78
  _Money-Makers_, X, 66
  _Money Value of an Education, The_, III, 5
  Morality, I, 25; II, 138; III, 90, 98, 145; IV, 95; V, 23; VII,
          18; VIII, 8
  _Morality, Wrong End To_, IV, 80
  Morbidity, I, 92
  _Morning Star, The_, VIII, 156
  _Mosquito, The_, VIII, 20
  _Most Important People in the World, The_, VIII, 52
  Motherhood, III, 115; V, 160; IX, 24
  Mothers, II, 13; V, 17; VI, 101, 158; VII, 94
  Moving Pictures, III, 147
  _Mule Power_, I, 12
  Music, III, 126; VI, 9; VIII, 121; X, 48
  _Musical City, The_, III, 61
  _Music: Make It Yourself_, II, 134
  _My Castle_, IV, 35


                                   N
  Nationalism, I, 152; III, 101
  Nature, I, 105; III, 17, 98; IV, 19, 23, 73, 153; V, 38, 98; VI,
          91; VII, 127; IX, 147
  _Nature’s Purpose with Us is to See if We are Afraid_, II, 147
  _Needle, The_, IV, 46
  _Need of Change in Government, The_, IV, 63
  _Negro in Art, The_, I, 108
  _Neighbor, The_, VIII, 42
  _New Aristocracy, The_, II, 98
  _News from the Shenandoah_, IV, 19
  _New Testament, The_, III, 106
  New Year’s Day, VI, 60
  Night, I, 147; IX, 98
  _No_, X, 34
  Nobility, III, 90
  _No Greatness Without Teachableness_, VII, 109
  _No Individual, Only Humanity, is Competent_, I, 49
  Noise, I, 39; III, 61, 105; IX, 129
  _Nothing’s Too Good to be True_, VII, 48


                                   O
  Obedience, III, 89
  Oblivion, V, 143
  _Old-Age Disease, The_, II, 111
  _Old Bookstore, The_, III, 49
  _Old Ed Howe on Business_, II, 48
  _Old Songs, Old Flowers, and Mother_, IX, 24
  _One Word_, VII, 96
  _One You Can Talk To, The_, VI, 120
  _Only Way, The_, VIII, 92
  _On New Year’s Day—Try Again_, VI, 60
  Opportunist, The, II, 8
  Opportunity, I, 66; VII, 121; X, 11
  _Opportunity for a New Writer, An_, VI, 144
  Optimism, V, 133; VII, 58
  Order, II, 104
  Organization, V, 61, 76, 88
  _Ought_, VIII, 88
  _Outdoors_, II, 90
  Outlawry, X, 135
  _Out of It_, IV, 65
  _Overlooker, The_, VI, 133
  _Over the Top—For Pay_, III, 40
  _Overtones_, VI, 31
  _O You Dead and Gone, Let Go!_, III, 122


                                   P
  Paganism, IV, 133
  Pain, II, 40, 57; III, 97
  Paine, Thomas, V, 112
  _Pan_, IV, 153
  Parenthood, I, 36; III, 35
  Parents, IV, 92, 147; VII, 9, 45; VIII, 92
  _Part of Me that Doubts, The_, VII, 79
  _Parturition_, II, 22
  Passion, IV, 30; V, 87
  _Past, The_, IX, 109
  _Path to Perfection, The_, X, 26
  Patience, V, 88
  Patriotism, III, 77, 100; V, 24, 88
  _Pay. Pay. Pay!_ VII, 126
  Peace, II, 140; VIII, 131
  _Peace Within_, VI, 157
  Perfection, II, 101; X, 26
  Pershing, General, I, 46
  _Personal Influence_, X, 61
  Personality, I, 59, 85; II, 20, 61, 70, 83; V, 32, 72, 110; VI,
          23; VII, 34, 75; VIII, 83; X, 61
  Pessimism, I, 112; II, 116; VII, 57, 106
  Physician, The, IX, 139
  Pity, I, 100; VI, 5
  Play, II, 134; III, 58, 91, 153; X, 75
  Playgrounds, Children’s, III, 78
  Pleasure, II, 73, 94; III, 96; IV, 113; V, 41, 77, 81, 95, 153;
          VII, 106, 154; VIII, 7, 158
  _Pleasure and Contentment_, V, 141
  _Pleasures of Outlawry, The_, X, 135
  Poetry, IV, 42
  Poise, I, 46; II, 140; IV, 29, 40, 86
  _Poisoning the Child Mind_, VII, 44
  _Polishing the Halo_, I, 157
  Politics, III, 77; V, 119
  _Politics and Human Waste_, VIII, 66
  _Pompeii, Ravenna, America, and the Soul_, IV, 89
  _Positiveness_, III, 66
  _Positives, The_, IX, 54
  _Poverty_, IX, 94
  Poverty, I, 67; II, 52; III, 80
  Power, I, 39, 46; IX, 76, 117
  _Power and Humility_, VI, 137
  _Power of Right Ideas, The_, I, 138
  _Practical Man, The_, V, 9
  _Pragmatism_, III, 13
  _Praise_, V, 127
  Prayer, I, 13; VI, 113; VII, 46
  _Prayer for Vision, A_, IX, 73
  _Prayer of Stars, The_, IX, 98
  _Prayer of the Outside Sheep, The_, VIII, 47
  _Prayer of the Physician, The_, IX, 139
  Preaching, IV, 120
  _Precedent_, X, 18
  Precedent, II, 35
  Prejudice, I, 77; V, 58, 89
  _Pressure, The_, VII, 37
  Prevention, IV, 107
  _Price of Liberty, The_, III, 9
  _Pride_, VIII, 11
  Pride, V, 87
  _Principles_, II, 5
  _Printers’ Ink as a Medicine_, IX, 65
  Prisons, III, 114, 141
  Privilege, II, 37, 50; VIII, 110
  _Procession of Souls, The_, I, 103
  Profanity, I, 39; V, 74
  Progress, IV, 70; X, 51
  Prosperity, III, 136
  Proverbs, IV, 124; VIII, 145
  Provincialism, IV, 24
  Punishment, V, 114
  Purity, V, 87; VII, 107


                                   Q
  _Quand Même!_ VII, 34
  _Quitters, The_, II, 117


                                   R
  Race Prejudice, V, 59
  Railways, VI, 56
  _Rain_, III, 16
  _Real American, The_, II, 16
  _Real Aristocrat, The_, I, 56; VII, 104
  Realism, II, 78
  _Real Man, A_, II, 106
  _Real Truth, The_, V, 70
  _Reason_, V, 19
  _Reflex Action of Words, The_, VI, 15
  Reform, III, 60, 145
  Religion, I, 23, 85, 153; II, 58, 83, 104; III, 145; IV, 42, 95,
          120, 134; V, 17, 20, 88, 132; VI, 38, 64; VII, 79; VIII,
          68; X, 5, 51
  _Religion of Men of Letters, The_, I, 99
  _Rembrandt_, III, 27
  _Remnants of Paganism_, IV, 133
  Repentance, V, 88; IX, 110
  _Repose_, III, 104
  Reputation, II, 9
  Resignation, II, 130
  Responsibility, I, 46; IV, 144; V, 155
  _Rest an Illusion_, V, 38
  _Rhythm_, II, 121
  Rich, The, III, 68
  Righteousness, V, 86; X, 112
  _Rights of Man, The_, V, 112
  _Right to Make One’s Own Mistakes, The_, I, 25
  _Road to Hell, The_, III, 45
  _Road to Thankfulness, The_, V, 12
  Rockefeller, John D., II, 49
  _Romance_, II, 76
  _Root of Happiness, The_, V, 148
  _Rubbish Heap, The_, III, 140
  Russia, IX, 46
  _Rust_, II, 155


                                   S
  Sacrifice, I, 131
  _Salesmanship_, X, 42
  Salvation, III, 95
  Savonarola, II, 32
  School, VIII, 141
  _School for Living, A_, VII, 52
  School-Teaching, I, 62; V, 118; VI, 160
  Science, IV, 59
  Sea, The, I, 148; II, 145
  _Secession_, I, 125
  _Second-Termer, The_, IV, 116
  _Seed, The_, VI, 91
  Self, VI, 137
  Self-Confidence, VI, 95, 125
  Self-Consciousness, III, 93
  Self-Control, II, 66, 141; III, 46, 91; VII, 53, 111; X, 34
  _Self-Cure_, X, 56
  Self-Deception, V, 122
  Self-Esteem, IX, 87
  Self-Expression, V, 148, 155; VI, 105, 123; VIII, 110
  Self-Indulgence, III, 70; VII, 127
  Selfishness, VIII, 151; IX, 11
  Self-Mastery, IX, 154
  Self-Pity, II, 69; VIII, 157; IX, 78
  Self-Reliance, VI, 24
  Self-Respect, II, 138
  Self-Reverence, II, 108
  Self-Sacrifice, V, 17; IX, 18
  _Self-Starters_, VII, 31
  _Sensualist, The_, I, 86
  Service, I, 115; II, 86, 100; IV, 5; VI, 142; VII, 75, 105; VIII,
          30, 153
  _Shadows_, IX, 149
  Shadows, The, VII, 13
  _Shakespeare_, V, 65
  Silence, I, 147, 44; III, 129; VII, 23, 114
  Simplicity, VII, 105
  _Sin_, V, 152
  Sin, I, 25, 33, 96; III, 45, 80; V, 22; X, 136
  Singing, II, 134; VI, 53; IX, 24
  Single Tax, IV, 139
  Sleep, V, 96; IX, 90; X, 57, 106
  _Slovenly Thought_, VII, 27
  _Smile With Me, Not At Me_, IX, 102
  _Smoker, The_, VIII, 125
  Socialism, VII, 61
  Solitude, I, 135; III, 84
  _Somebody is Following You_, IV, 143
  _Something to Live For_, IV, 84
  _Son’s Letter, A_, I, 36
  Sorrow, II, 40, 94, 160; III, 80; V, 22, 148; VI, 15; IX, 149
  _Sorrow Enlarges the Heart_, II, 94
  Soul, The, II, 145; III, 94; V, 89; VIII, 15; IX, 84, 152
  Speech, II, 70
  _Spirit of the Day’s Work, The_, VII, 92
  _Spiritual Digestion_, V, 91
  Spirituality, I, 100
  _Spiritual Steam-Roller, The_, X, 110
  _Spiritual Value of Picking Up After One’s Self, The_, VIII, 150
  Spring, IV, 19
  _Squirrel, The_, IV, 72
  _Stenographer, The_, IV, 129
  Stevenson, Robert Louis, II, 53
  _Story, A_, VI, 28
  _Stringed Instrument, The_, VI, 9
  Stubbornness, I, 15; VII, 110
  _Subconscious Fears_, X, 92
  Subway, The, VI, 56
  Success, I, 26, 59; II, 76; III, 19, 140; IV, 15, 29; V, 27; VI,
          15; VII, 121; VIII, 85; IX, 10, 136; X, 18, 42
  Suffering, II, 41
  Suggestion, VII, 44
  _Sunny Side of the Hill, The_, IX, 62
  Superior Man, The, VIII, 27
  Superstition, IV, 34; V, 89; X, 93
  _Supreme Moment, The_, X, 71
  _Sympathy_, IX, 124
  Sympathy, V, 87; VI, 7, 121
  System, II, 104


                                   T
  Talent, IX, 132
  Tanguay, Eva, I, 19
  Taste, VIII, 24
  Taxation, II, 38
  Teachableness, VII, 109
  _Teacher, The_, I, 61
  Teaching, I, 61; III, 154; V, 49, 158; VI, 87, 133
  Temper, IX, 88
  Temperance, V, 88
  _Temper of Solitude, The_, III, 84
  Temptation, VIII, 157
  _Tendency and Talent_, IX, 132
  _Tennyson’s Theology_, VI, 64
  _Ten Success Hunches_, VII, 121
  Testament, New, III, 106
  Thankfulness, V, 12
  _Theodore Roosevelt_, IX, 5
  Theology, VI, 64
  _There is No Laboring Class_, X, 22
  _They Sang_, VI, 53
  _Things Not Seen, The_, VIII, 114
  _Things to Think On to Cure the Blues_, VII, 73
  Thought, I, 53; III, 13; IV, 124; VI, 149; VII, 27, 48, 154
  _Thoughts_, V, 77
  _Thoughts on Love_, II, 44
  Thrift, X, 66, 96
  _Time_, X, 39
  Time, I, 81; III, 18; X, 131
  _Timely Lesson from Russia, The_, IX, 46
  _Tobacco_, V, 81
  Tobacco, VIII, 125
  _To France!_, I, 117
  Tolerance, V, 88
  _To Live is to Fight_, III, 38
  _Toward Organization_, VIII, 78
  _Toward Unity_, I, 150
  _Town Forest, The_, VI, 109
  _To You, O British_, III, 31
  _Tragedy of Blood, The_, V, 57
  _Travel_, VIII, 137
  Travel, I, 20
  Truth, I, 100, 138; III, 13, 89; IV, 45, 97, 137; V, 70, 160; VI,
          38, 43, 51; VII, 19, 107; VIII, 19, 149; IX, 51, 67, 136
  _Truth in Advertising, The_, VII, 88
  _Trying_, III, 91
  _Two Passions, The_, 111, 99
  Tyranny, VIII, 126


                                   U
  _Ultimate Resource, The_, VIII, 103
  _Unconquerable, The_, X, 5
  Unity, I, 150
  _Universal Blunder, The_, VIII, 29
  _Universal Military Training_, III, 76
  _Untold, The_, IX, 82
  _Unworked Mine, The_, IX, 116
  _Uproar, The_, IX, 50
  _Use and Beauty_, X, 122
  _Utopia_, I, 52


                                   V
  Venus, II, 127
  Vice, V, 82
  Violence, IX, 50
  Violin, The, VI, 9
  Virtue, III, 91
  _Virtue is Force_, IX, 76
  _Voices, The_, II, 70


                                   W
  _Waist of Venus, The_, II, 127
  _Wait_, III, 118
  Walking, VI, 26
  Waste, I, 38; III, 105, 140
  _Watch, the Clock, and the Drum, The_, IX, 58
  _Waters and Laziness_, V, 47
  _Way Out, The_, II, 138
  Wealth, II, 51; III, 42, 68, 136; IX, 94; X, 66
  _What Did We Get for Our Money?_, IV, 139
  _What He Likes_, III, 149
  _What Is a Lost Soul?_, III, 94
  _What Is A Soul?_, VIII, 15
  _What Is Bergsonism?_, VII, 57
  _What Is Efficiency?_, VI, 23
  _What I Write is My Tombstone_, I, 7
  _What Religion Is_, II, 83
  _What to Do_, V, 157
  _What Tolstoy Said About World Martyrs_, I, 132
  _What to Take On A Motor Trip_, I, 19
  _What You Are When You Are Not Trying is What You Really Are_, I,
          58
  _When George Barrere Played the Flute_, VIII, 121
  _When I Am Gone_, VI, 68
  _When to Insurge_, II, 130
  _Where to Take Hold_, IV, 103
  _Whine and the Song, The_, II, 157
  _Whole-Souled, The_, VI, 88
  _Who’s Who and What’s What_, II, 9
  Will Power, I, 12
  Wisdom, III, 118, 128; IV, 13, 95; V, 29, 86; VI, 5, 28, 133; VII,
          115, 119; IX, 117
  Wistaria, I, 9
  _Woman and Democracy_, II, 87
  _Woman’s Prayer for the Man Over There, A_, VI, 113
  Woman Suffrage, III, 11, 79; IX, 15
  Women, I, 33, 155; II, 20, 110; III, 89, 150; IV, 130, 159; V, 19,
          21, 141, 153; IX, 9, 76; X, 30, 54, 102
  Work, I, 115; II, 105, 113, 123; III, 91; IV, 76; V, 40, 48, 119;
          VI, 139; VII, 92, 149; VIII, 9, 30, 99; IX, 78; X, 51, 71,
          76, 106
  Worry, I, 46; III, 20, 25; VI, 23; X, 58


                                   Y
  _Yeast of ’76, The_, IX, 13
  _Yesterday_, VII, 156
  _You_, II, 61
  _Your Competitor_, VII, 70
  Youth, VIII, 52
  Youthfulness, II, 113




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