138 The Life Worth Living 



reached by spending one-third of his time in 

 town and two-thirds in touch with Nature. 



To live is to will. To cease to will is to 

 die. He who has ceased to will is dead 

 already he may fool the undertaker for a 

 while, but he is dead and he ought to be 

 buried. 



The gravest charge against the modern 

 city is not merely that its continuous unrest 

 starves the soul, brutalizes the senses, de- 

 stroys repose, develops insolent and savage 

 impulses but worse than all this, it mur- 

 ders the will and destroys personality, thus 

 sapping the fountain of life. The collec- 

 tive instincts of the herd-groups in which 

 we move strangle at last the individual, and 

 man becomes but a grain of dust blown 

 hither and thither by the breath of a crowd. 



The city's chief crimes are noise and un- 

 rest. The human soul cannot grow in an 

 uproar. The crucial moments of history are 

 not found in the hours in which armies 



