There Is Eternal Simplicity To A Solution

A Forest Doesn't Weep Over One Tree.

The Same Old Caveman Feeling-greed, Envy, Violence, And Mutual Hate, Which Along The Way Assumed Respectable Pseudonyms Like Class Struggle, Racial Struggle, Mass Struggle, Labor-union Struggle-are Tearing Our World To Pieces.

Own Only What You Can Always Carry With You: Know Languages, Know Countries, Know People. Let Your Memory Be Your Travel Bag.

One World, One Mankind Cannot Exist In The Face Of Six, Four Or Even Two Scales Of Values: We Shall Be Torn Apart By This Disparity Of Rhythm, This Disparity Of Vibrations.

We Have Been Fortunate Enough To Live At A Time When Virtue, Though It Does Not Triumph, Is Nonetheless Not Always Tormented By Attack Dogs. Beaten Down, Sickly, Virtue Has Now Been Allowed To Enter In All Its Tatters And Sit In The Corner, As Long As It Doesn't Raise Its Voice.