While civilization has been improving our houses, it has not equally improved the men who are to inhabit them. The luxury of one class is counterbalanced by the indigence of another. Men have become tools of their tools. All inventions are wont to be pretty toys, which distract our attention from serious things. They are but improved means to an unimproved end which it was already too easy to arrive at .
Men say , Go about doing good .
Set about being good. I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by a conscious endeavor. To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts. Our life is frittered away by detail. Our reading, our conversation and thinking, are all on a very low level, worthy only of pygmies and manikins.