Now and again in our topsy turvey world we get glimpses which show us with sudden clarity what an odd scale of values men are building up for themselves to-day. And that, in spite of the general scramble for money, the true riches for all of us lie in our tools and our skill.
These, in the dawn of the world were a man’s first, best friends. They remain his best friends still in a world grown old and infinitely complex. By means of them he can unlock the doors to a life of creative activity that is full of interest. Without them he is mere shadow of the man he might be.
— The Woodworker, May 1954