Diplomacy Is A Disguised War, In Which

Really To Believe In Human Nature While Striving To Know The Thousand Forces That Warp It From Its Ideal Development - To Call For And Expect Much From Men And Women, And Not To Be Disappointed And Embittered If They Fall Short - To Try To Do Good With People Rather Than To Them - This Is My Religion On Its Human Side. And If God Exists, I Think That He Must Be In The Warm Sun, In The Kindly Actions Of The People We Know And Read Of, In The Beautiful Things Of Art And Nature, And In The Closeness Of Friendships.

In Your Reaction To An Imagined Attack On Your Country Or An Insult To Its Government, You Draw Closer To The Herd For Protection, You Conform In Word And Deed, And You Insist Vehemently That Everybody Else Shall Think, Speak, And Act Together. And You Fix Your Adoring Gaze Upon The State, With A Truly Filial Look, As Upon The Father Of The Flock.

War Is The Health Of The State.

He Who Mounts A Wild Elephant Goes Where The Elephant Goes.

One Keeps Healthy In Wartime...by A Vigorous Assertion Of Values In Which War Has No Part.