All Mentally Well-balanced Persons Know That We

We Are All Consumers And Should All Be Producers.

If We Can Combine Our Knowledge Of Science With The Wisdom Of Wildness, If We Can Nurture Civilization Through Roots In The Primitive, Man's Potentialities Appear To Be Unbounded.

We Talk About Spreading Democracy And Freedom All Over The World, But They Are To Us Words Rather Than Conditions. We Haven't Even Got Them Here In America, And The Farther We Get Into This War The Farther We Get Away From Democracy And Freedom. Where Is It Leading Us To, And When Will It End? The War Might Stop This Winter, But That Is Improbable. It May Go On For Fifty Years Or More. That Also Is Improbable. The Elements Are Too Conflicting And Confused To Form Any Accurate Judgment Of Its Length. There May Be A Series Of Wars, One After Another, Going On Indefinitely.

What Freedom Lies In Flying, What Godlike Power It Gives To Men . . . I Lose All Consciousness In This Strong Unmortal Space Crowded With Beauty, Pierced With Danger.

Why Should Anyone Think A White Skin Superior In Evaluating The Qualities Of Human Life? I Did Not Really Admire A White Skin So Much Myself. Did I Not Prefer The Brown Skin That Came With Exposure To The Sun?