Nothing Is More Boring Than A Man

We Have Ourselves To Save.

Our Twentieth Century Has Proved To Be More Cruel Than Preceding Centuries, And The First Fifty Years Have Not Erased All Its Horrors. Our World Is Rent Asunder By Those Same Old Cave-age Emotions Of Greed, Envy, Lack Of Control, Mutual Hostility Which Have Picked Up In Passing Respectable Pseudonyms Like Class Struggle, Radical Conflict, Struggle Of The Masses, Trade-union Disputes.

One Word Of Truth Outweighs The Whole World.

Who Has The Skill To Make A Narrow, Obstinate Human Being Aware Of Others' Far-off Grief And Joy, To Make Him Understand Dimensions And Delusions He Himself Has Never Lived Through? Propaganda, Coercion, And Scientific Proofs Are Powerless. But Happily, In Our World There Is A Way. It Is Art, And It Is Literature.

Communist Propaganda Would Sometimes Include Statements Such As "we Include Almost All The Commandments Of The Gospel In Our Ideology". The Difference Is That The Gospel Asks All This To Be Achieved Through Love, Through Self-limitation, But Socialism Only Uses Coercion. This Is One Point.