Since every man desires happiness, it is evidently no small matter whether he conceives of happiness in terms of work or of enjoyment.

A person who has sympathy for mankind in the lump, faith in its future progress, and desire to serve the great cause of this progress, should be called not a humanist, but a humanitarian, and his creed may be designated as humanitarianism.

An American of the present day reading his Sunday newspaper in a state of lazy collapse is one of the most perfect symbols of the triumph of quantity over quality that the world has yet seen.

If quantitatively the American achievement is impressive, qualitatively it is somewhat less satisfying.

The humanitarian would, of course, have us meddle in foreign affairs as part of his program of world service.

Tell him, on the contrary, that he needs, in the interest of his own happiness, to walk in the path of humility and self-control, and he will be indifferent, or even actively resentful.

Robespierre, however, was not the type of leader finally destined to emerge from the Revolution.