Nothing Worth Doing Can Be

The Idea That The Profits Of Capital Are Really The Rewards Of A Just Society For The Foresight And Thrift Of Those Who Sacrificed The Immediate Pleasures Of Spending In Order That Society Might Have Productive Capital, Had A Certain Validity In The Early Days Of Capitalism, When Productive Enterprise Was Frequently Initiated Through Capital Saved Out Of Modest Incomes.

There Are Evidently Limits To The Achievements Of Science; And There Are Irresolvable Contradictions Both Between Prosperity And Virtue, And Between Happiness And ``the Good Life,'' Which Had Not Been Anticipated In Our Philosophy.

There Is No Social Evil, No Form Of Injustice Whether Of The Feudal Or The Capitalist Order Which Has Not Been Sanctified In Some Way Or Other By Religious Sentiment And Thereby Rendered More Impervious To Change.

All Known Existence Points Beyond Itself.

Our Dreams Of A Pure Virtue Are Dissolved In A Situation In Which It Is Possible To Exercise The Virtue Of Responsibility Toward A Community Of Nations Only By Courting The Prospective Guilt Of The Atomic Bomb.