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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

It Is Difficult To Say What Truth Is, But Sometimes It Is So Easy To Recognize A Falsehood.

New Frameworks Are Like Climbing A Mountain - The Larger View Encompasses Rather Than Rejects The More Restricted View.

In One's Youth Every Person And Every Event Appear To Be Unique. With Age One Becomes Much More Aware That Similar Events Recur. Later On, One Is Less Often Delighted Or Surprised, But Also Less Disappointed Than In Earlier Years.

If What Is Seen And Experienced Is Portrayed In The Language Of Logic, Then It Is Science. If It Is Communicated Through Forms Whose Connections Are Not Accessible To The Conscious Mind But Are Recognized Intuitively, Then It Is Art.