One Keeps Healthy In Wartime...by A Vigorous

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.

With The Shock Of War The State Comes Into Its Own Again.

A Man With Few Friends Is Only Half-developed; There Are Whole Sides Of His Nature Which Are Locked Up And Have Never Been Expressed. He Cannot Unlock Them Himself, He Cannot Even Discover Them; Friends Alone Can Stimulate Him And Open Him.

Few People Even Scratch The Surface, Much Less Exhaust The Contemplation Of Their Own Experience.

The Ironic Life Is A Life Keenly Alert, Keenly Sensitive, Reacting Promptly With Feelings Of Liking Or Dislike To Each Bit Of Experience, Letting None Of It Pass Without Interpretation And Assimilation, A Life Full And Satisfying - Indeed A Rival Of The Religious Life.