We Can Easily Become As Much Slaves

With The Shock Of War The State Comes Into Its Own Again.

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.

Self-recognition Is Necessary To Know One's Road, But, Knowing The Road, The Price Of The Mistakes And Perils Is Worth Paying. The Following Of That Road Will Be All The Discipline One Needs. Discipline Does Not Mean Being Molded By Outside Forces, But Sticking To One's Road Against The Forces That Would Deflect Or Bury The Soul. People Speak Of Finding One

Culture, Like The Kingdom Of Heaven, Lies Within Us, And Not In Foreign Galleries And Books.

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.