With The Shock Of War

The State Is Not The Nation, And The State Can Be Modified And Even Abolished In Its Present Form, Without Harming The Nation. On The Contrary, With The Passing Of The Dominance Of The State, The Genuine Life-enhancing Forces Of The Nation Will Be Liberated.

No Matter What We Have Come Through, Or How Many Perils We Have Safely Passed, Or How Many Imperfect And Jagged - In Some Places Perhaps Irreparably - Our Life Has Been, We Cannot In Our Heart Of Hearts Imagine How It Could Have Been Different. As We Look Back On It, It Slips In Behind Us In Orderly Array, And, With All Its Mistakes, Acquires A Sort Of Eternal Fitness, And Even, At Times, Of Poetic Glamour.

Really To Believe In Human Nature While Striving To Know The Thousand Forces That Warp It From Its Ideal Development - To Call For And Expect Much From Men And Women, And Not To Be Disappointed And Embittered If They Fall Short - To Try To Do Good With People Rather Than To Them - This Is My Religion On Its Human Side. And If God Exists, I Think That He Must Be In The Warm Sun, In The Kindly Actions Of The People We Know And Read Of, In The Beautiful Things Of Art And Nature, And In The Closeness Of Friendships.

We Can Easily Become As Much Slaves To Precaution As We Can To Fear. Although We Can Never Rivet Our Fortune So Tight As To Make It Impregnable, We May By Our Excessive Prudence Squeeze Out Of The Life That We Are Guarding So Anxiously All The Adventurous Quality That Makes It Worth Living.

The Ironic Life Is A Life Keenly Alert, Keenly Sensitive, Reacting Promptly With Feelings Of Liking Or Dislike To Each Bit Of Experience, Letting None Of It Pass Without Interpretation And Assimilation, A Life Full And Satisfying - Indeed A Rival Of The Religious Life.