We are all familiar with the argument: Make war dreadful enough, and there will be no war. And we none of us believe it.
I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.
Headlines twice the size of the events.
Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.
Idealism increases in direct proportion to one's distance from the problem.
Humanism is the creed of those who believe that in the circle of enwrapping mystery, men's fates are in their own hands - a faith that for modern man is becoming the only possible faith.