It Is Nothing Short Of A Miracle

Out Yonder There Is This Huge World, Which Exists Independently Of Us Human Beings And Which Stands Before Us Like A Great, Eternal Riddle, At Least Partially Accessible To Our Inspection And Thinking

That's My Mathematician Who Examines Problems Which I Put Before Him And Checks Their Validity. You See, I Am Not Myself A Good Mathematician.

The Only Reason For Time Is So That Everything Doesn't Happen At Once.

If The Workers Of This World, Men And Women, Decide Not To Manufacture And Transport Ammunition, It Would End War For All Time. We Must Do That. Dedicate Our Lives To Drying Up The Source Of War; Ammunition Factories.

In Two Weeks The Sheeplike Masses Of Any Country Can Be Worked Up By The Newspapers Into Such A State Of Excited Fury That Men Are Prepared To Put On Uniforms And Kill And Be Killed, For The Sake Of The Sordid Ends Of A Few Interested Parties. Compulsory Military Service Seems To Me The Most Disgraceful Symptom Of That Deficiency In Personal Dignity From Which Civilized Mankind Is Suffering Today.