A Guest Of One's Time And Not

A Foreign Policy Aimed At The Achievement Of Total Security Is The One Thing I Can Think Of That Is Entirely Capable Of Bringing This Country To A Point Where It Will Have No Security At All.

War Has A Momentum Of Its Own And It Carries You Away From All Thoughtful Intentions When You Get Into It. Today, If We Went Into Iraq, Like The President Would Like Us To Do, You Know Where You Begin. You Never Know Where You Are Going To End.

The United States Cannot Reshape Other Countries In Its Own Image And That, With A Few Exceptions, Its Efforts To Police The World Are Neither In Its Interests Nor Within The Scope Of Its Resources. This Whole Tendency To See Ourselves As The Center Of Political Enlightenment And As Teachers To A Great Part Of The Rest Of The World Strikes Me As Unthought-through, Vainglorious And Undesirable.

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.

World Communism Is Like [a] Malignant Parasite Which Feeds On Diseased Tissue