Nothing is done. Everthing in the world remains to be done or done over.
The greatest picture is not yet painted, the greatest play isn’t written, the greatest poem is unsung. There isn’t in all the world a perfect railroad, nor a good government, nor a sound law. Physics, mathematics, and especially the most advanced and advanced of the sciences, are being fundamentally revised. Chemistry is just becoming a science; psychology, economics and sociology are awaiting a Darwin, whose work in turn is awaiting an Einstein.
If the rah-rah boys in our colleges could be told this, they might not all be specialists in football, parties, and unearned degrees. They are not told this, however; they are told to learn what is known. This is nothing.
Nothing is done. Everything waits for you to do it.