The Most Precious Things In Life Are

... A Person Who Is Religiously Enlightened Appears To Me To Be One Who Has, To The Best Of His Ability, Liberated Himself From The Fetters Of His Selfish Desires And Is Preoccupied With Thoughts, Feelings, And Aspirations To Which He Clings Because Of Their Superpersonal Value.

War Seems To Me To Be A Mean, Contemptible Thing: I Would Rather Be Hacked In Pieces Than Take Part In Such An Abominable Business. And Yet So High, In Spite Of Everything, Is My Opinion Of The Human Race That I Believe This Bogey Would Have Disappeared Long Ago, Had The Sound Sense Of The Nations Not Been Systematically Corrupted By Commercial And Political Interests Acting Through The Schools And The Press

God Is A Scientist, Not A Magician.

I Recently Discussed With An Intelligent And Well-disposed Man The Threat Of Another War, Which In My Opinion Would Seriously Endanger The Existence Of Mankind, And I Remarked That Only A Supranational Organization Would Offer Protection From That Danger. Thereupon My Visitor, Very Calmly And Coolly, Said To Me: "why Are You So Deeply Opposed To The Disappearance Of The Human Race?".

The Word God Is For Me Nothing More Than The Expression And Product Of Human Weaknesses.