The Wonder Is Not That So Much

If Mankind Is To Escape Its Programmed Self-extinction The God Who Saves Us Will Not Descend From The Machine: He Will Rise Up Again In The Human Soul.

A Day Spent Without The Sight Or Sound Of Beauty, The Contemplation Of Mystery, Or The Search Of Truth Or Perfection Is A Poverty-stricken Day; And A Succession Of Such Days Is Fatal To Human Life.

Genuine [economic] Value Lies In The Power To Sustain Or Enrich Life

This Metropolitan World, Then, Is A World Where Flesh And Blood Is Less Real Than Paper And Ink And Celluloid.

The Earth Is The Lord's Fullness Thereof: This Is No Longer A Hollow Dictum Of Religion, But A Directive For Economic Action Toward Human Brotherhood.