A Guest Of One's Time And Not

War Is A Highly Overrated Tool Of Foreign Policy.

I Lived, Particularly In Childhood But With Lessening Intensity Right On To Middle Age, In A World That Was Peculiarly And Intimately My Own, Scarcely To Be Shared With Others Or Even Made Plausible To Them. I Habitually Read Special Meanings Into Things, Scenes And Places Qualities Of Wonder, Beauty, Promise, Or Horror For Which There Was No External Evidence Visible Or Plausible To Others. My World Was Peopled With Mysteries, Seductive Hints, Vague Menaces, "intimations Of Immortality.

...there Is An Optimal Balance, Depending On The Manner Of Man's Life, Between The Density Of Human Population And The Tolerances Of Nature. This Balance, In The Case Of The United States Would Seem To Me To Have Been Surpassed When The American Population Reached, At A Very Maximum, Two Hundred Million People, And Perhaps A Good Deal Less.

Fig Leaves Of Democratic Procedure To Hide The Nakedness Of Stalinist Dictatorship.

We Should Not Lose Ourselves In Vainglorious Sohemes For Changing Human Nature All Over The Planet. Rather, We Should Learn To View Ourselves With A Sense Of Proportion And Christian Humility Before The Enormous Complexity Of The World In Which It Has Been Given Us To Live.