However Far Modern Science And Techniques Have

Nothing About His Life Is More Strange To [man] Or More Unaccountable In Purely Mundane Terms Than The Stirrings He Finds In Himself, Usually Fitful But Sometimes Overwhelming, To Look Beyond His Animal Existence And Not Be Fully Satisfied With Its Immediate Substance. He Lacks The Complacency Of The Other Animals: He Is Obsessed By Pride And Guilt, Pride At Being Something More Than A Mere Animal, Built At Falling Short Of The High Aims He Sets For Himself.

Today, The Notion Of Progress In A Single Line Without Goal Or Limit Seems Perhaps The Most Parochial Notion Of A Very Parochial Century.

Integration Proceeds By Just The Opposite Route: A Deliberate Heightening Of Every Organic Function; A Release Of Impulses From Circumstances That Irrationally Thwarted Them; Richer And More Complex Patterns Of Activity; An Esthetic Heightening Of Anticipated Realizations; A Steady Lengthening Of The Future; A Faith In Cosmic Perspectives.

In Its Revolt Against Congestion And Sordor, A Space-hungry Generation Has, I Fear, Developed Eyes That Are Bigger Than Its Stomach.

Humor Is Our Way Of Defending Ourselves From Life's Absurdities By Thinking Absurdly About Them.