War is, we have been forced to admit, even in the face of its huge place in our civilization, an asocial trait.

Traditional Anglo-Saxon intolerance is a local and temporal culture trait like any other.

The happiest excitement in life is to be convinced that one is fighting for all one is worth on behalf of some clearly seen and deeply felt good, and against some greatly scorned evil.

What really binds men together is their culture, the ideas and the standards they have in common.

Our faith in the present dies out long before our faith in the future.

We must accept all the implications of our human inheritance, one of the most important of which is the small scope of biologically transmitted behavior, and the enormous role of the cultural process of the transmission of tradition.

War is an old, old plant on this earth, and a natural history of it would have to tell us under what soil conditions it grows, where it plays havoc, and how it is eliminated.