And their greed was for gold or God. They collected souls as they collected jewels.

For every man in the world functions to the best of his ability, and no one does less than his best, no matter what he may think about it.

Man himself has become our greatest hazard and our only hope. So that today, St. John the apostle may well be paraphrased: In the end is the Word, and the Word is Man - and the Word is with Men.

I know now why confusion in government is not only tolerated but encouraged. I have learned. A confused people can make no clear demands.

There is no lostness like that which comes to a man when a perfect and certain pattern has dissolved about him.

My wants are simple. I have no desire to latch onto a monster symbol of fate and power and prove my manhood in titanic piscine war. But sometimes I do like a couple of cooperative fish of frying size.

It is the nature of a person as he/she grows older to protest against change, particularly changes for the better.