I Have No Particular Talent. I Am

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

The Value Of A Man Resides In What He Gives

Mere Praise Of Peace Is Easy And Ineffective. What Is Needed Is Acitve Participation In The Fight Against War And Everything Which Leads To It.

When I Was A Fairly Precocious Young Man I Became Thoroughly Impressed With The Futility Of The Hopes And Strivings That Chase Most Men Restlessly Through Life. Moreover, I Soon Discovered The Cruelty Of That Chase, Which In Those Years Was Much More Carefully Covered Up By Hypocrisy And Glittering Words Than Is The Case Today. By The Mere Existence Of His Stomach Everyone Was Condemned To Participate In That Chase. The Stomach Might Well Be Satisfied By Such Participation, But Not Man Insofar As He Is A Thinking And Feeling Being.

To Understand The World One Must Not Be Worrying About One's Self.