True Poverty Does Not Come From God.

I Shall Never Forget The Faces Of The Boys And The Girls In That Little Welhausen Mexican School, And I Remember Even Yet The Pain Of Realizing And Knowing Then That College Was Closed To Practically Every One Of Those Children Because They Were Too Poor. And I Think It Was Then That I Made Up My Mind That This Nation Could Never Rest While The Door To Knowledge Remained Closed To Any American.

How Incredible It Is That In This Fragile Existence We Should Hate And Destroy One Another. There Are Possibilities Enough For All Who Will Abandon Mastery Over Others To Pursue Mastery Over Nature. There Is World Enough For All To Seek Their Happiness In Their Own Way.

Most Of All We Need An Education Which Will Create An Educated Mind. This Is A Mind Not Simply A Repository Of Information And Skills, But A Mind That Is A Source Of Creative Skepticism, Characterized By A Willingness To Challenge Old Assumptions And To Be Challenged, A Spaciousness Of Outlook, And Convictions That Are Deeply Held, But Which New Facts And New Experiences Can Always Modify.

War Is Always The Same. It Is Young Men Dying In The Fullness Of Their Promise. It Is Trying To Kill A Man That You Do Not Even Know Well Enough To Hate. Therefore, To Know War Is To Know That There Is Still Madness In The World.

It Means An Educational System Which Does Not Simply Equip The Students To Adjust To Society, But Which Enables The Student To Challenge And To Modify, And At Times Reject, If Necessary, The Received Wisdom Of His Elders.