Here I Am An Old

Convention Is Like The Shell To The Chick, A Protection Till He Is Strong Enough To Break It Through.

It Was Not The Violence Of Our Enemies [in World War I] That Would Undo Us, I Thought, But Our Own Spiritual Weakness, The Shallowness Of Our Convictions.

When I Say That A Thing Is True, I Mean That I Cannot Help Believing It... But...i Do Not Venture To Assume That My Inabilities In The Way Of Thought Are Inabilities Of The Universe. I Therefore Define Truth As The System Of My Limitations, And Leave Absolute Truth For Those Who Are Better Equipped.

Seldom, If Ever, Does Wisdom Come, Shall We Punish It If It Comes Late?

Life Is Made Up Of A Series Of Judgments On Insufficient Data, And If We Waited To Run Down All Our Doubts, It Would Flow Past Us.