Everything is the servant of business." "Everything in Chicago is," the merchant replied.
"Art is the old age of trade," said Henry.

"A vigorous nation buys and sells and fights; but a nation that is threatened with decay paints and begs." "Good!" Witherspoon exclaimed.

"I think you've hit it squarely.

Since we went to Europe, Ellen has had an idea that trade is rather low in the scale of human interest." "Now, father, I haven't any such idea, and you know it, too.

But I do think that people who spend their lives in getting money can't be as refined as those who have a higher aim." Witherspoon grunted.