As Long As There Is Poverty There

So I Should Say That Civilizations Begin With Religion And Stoicism: They End With Scepticism And Unbelief, And The Undisciplined Pursuit Of Individual Pleasure. A Civilization Is Born Stoic And Dies Epicurean.

Grow Strong, My Comrade … That You May Stand Unshaken When I Fall; That I May Know The Shattered Fragments Of My Song Will Come At Last To Finer Melody In You; That I May Tell My Heart That You Begin Where Passing I Leave Off, And Fathom More.

Hunting Is Now To Most Of Us A Game, Whose Relish Seems Based Upon Some Mystic Remembrance, In The Blood, Of Ancient Days When To Hunter As Well As Hunted It Was A Matter Of Life And Death.

Tolerance Grows Only When Faith Loses Certainty; Certainty Is Murderous.

The World Wisely Prefers Happiness To Wisdom.