L'homme à la clef d'or

Une dame grincheuse lui ayant écrit pour lui demander à quel rang social appartenait les jeunes qui fréquentaient son école, le Directeur Frederick Walker répondit :
"Pour autant que votre fils se conduise bien, et que les trimestres soient régulièrement payés, aucune question, madame, ne sera posée à l'enfant sur son rang social."

One weakness of these popular war-songs was that they were not war-songs. They never gave the faintest hint of how anybody could ever make war on anything. They were always waiting for the Dawn; without the least anticipation that they might be shot at dawn, or the least intelligent preparation for shooting anybody else at dawn. "England awake; the long long night is over; faint in the east behold the dawn appear." They were all like that; they were all Songs Before Sunrise; as if the sun that rose on the just and the unjust did not also rise on the conquered and the conqueror. But the English revolutionary poet wrote as if he owned the sun and was certain to be the conqueror. In other words, I found that the Socialist idea of war was exactly like the Imperialist idea of war; and I was strengthened and deepened in my detestation of both of them. I have heard many arguments against the idea of a Class War; but the argument which discredits it for me is the fact that the Socialists, like the Imperialists, always assumed that they would win the war.