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.

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

Society in its full sense . . . is never an entity separable from the individuals who compose it.

... it is a commonplace that men like war. For peace, in our society, with the feeling we have then that it is feeble-minded to strive except for one's own private profit, is a lonely thing and a hazardous business. Over and over men have proved that they prefer the hazards of war with all its suffering. It has its compensations.

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

In a world that holds books and babies and canyon trails, why should one condemn oneself to live day-in, day-out with people one does not like, and sell oneself to chaperone and correct them?

We grow in time to trust the future for our answers.