It may be that we exist and cease to exist in alternations, like the minute dots in some forms of toned printing or the succession of pictures on a cinema film. It may be that reality is an illusion of movement in an eternal, static, multidimensional universe. We may be only a story written on the ground of the inconceivable; the pattern on a rug beneath the feet of the incomprehensible.

If we suppose a sufficient righteousness and intelligence in men to produce presently, from the tremendous lessons of history, an effective will for a world peace - that is to say, an effective will for a world law under a world government - for in no other fashion is a secure world peace conceivable - in what manner may we expect things to move towards this end? . . . It is an educational task, and its very essence is to bring to the minds of all men everywhere, as a necessary basis for world cooperation, a new telling and interpretation, a common interpretation, of history.

The religion of the atheist has a God-shaped blank at it's heart.

Everyone leaves the world a little better some by leaving.

The Anglo-Saxon genius for parliamentary government asserted itself; there was a great deal of talk and no decisive action.

The past is but the past of a beginning.

I must confess that my imagination refuses to see any sort of submarine doing anything but suffocating its crew and floundering at sea.