We have no time for the graces and the charms.
Everything must give way to the material.
We have no time for the development of a fine manner; the charm of the days of chivalry and leisure has almost vanished from our civilization.
A new type of individual has sprung up.

We work like Trojans during the day, and then rush to a theater or other place of amusement in the evening.

We have no time to make our own amusement or to develop the faculty of humor and fun-making as people used to do.

We pay people for doing that while we sit and laugh.

We are like some college boys, who depend upon tutors to carry them through their examinations--they expect to buy their education ready-made.
Life is becoming so artificial, so forced, so diverse from naturalness, we drive our human engines at such a fearful speed, that our finer life is crushed out.