Out Of The Crooked Timber Of Humanity,

I Wish My Life And Decisions To Depend Upon Myself, Not On External Forces Of Whatever Kind. I Wish To Be The Instrument Of My Own, Not Other Men's, Acts Of Will. I Wish To Be The Subject, Not An Object...i Wish To Be Somebody, Not Nobody; A Doer - Deciding, Not Being Decided For, Slef-directed And Not Acted Upon By External Nature Or By Other Men As If I Were A Thing, Or An Animal, Or A Slave Incapable Of Playing A Human Role, That Is, Of Conceiving Goals And Policies Of My Own And Realizing Them.

When A Man Speaks Of The Need For Realism One May Be Sure That This Is Always The Prelude To Some Bloody Deed.

The History Of Society Is The History Of The Inventive Labors That Man Alter Man, Alter His Desires, Habits, Outlook, Relationships Both To Other Men And To Physical Nature, With Which Man Is In Perpetual Physical And Technological Metabolism.

Conformities Are Called For Much More Eagerly Today Than Yesterday... Skeptics, Liberals, Individuals With A Taste For Private Life And Their Own Inner Standards Of Behavior, Are Objects Of Fear And Derision And Targets Of Persecution For Either Side... In The Great Ideological Wars Of Our Time.

True Knowledge Is Knowledge Of Why Things Are As They Are, And Not Merely What They Are.