He Who Mounts A Wild Elephant Goes

Really To Believe In Human Nature While Striving To Know The Thousand Forces That Warp It From Its Ideal Development - To Call For And Expect Much From Men And Women, And Not To Be Disappointed And Embittered If They Fall Short - To Try To Do Good With People Rather Than To Them - This Is My Religion On Its Human Side. And If God Exists, I Think That He Must Be In The Warm Sun, In The Kindly Actions Of The People We Know And Read Of, In The Beautiful Things Of Art And Nature, And In The Closeness Of Friendships.

Self-recognition Is Necessary To Know One's Road, But, Knowing The Road, The Price Of The Mistakes And Perils Is Worth Paying. The Following Of That Road Will Be All The Discipline One Needs. Discipline Does Not Mean Being Molded By Outside Forces, But Sticking To One's Road Against The Forces That Would Deflect Or Bury The Soul. People Speak Of Finding One

If You Are Not An Idealist By The Time You Are Twenty You Have No Heart, But If You Are Still An Idealist By The Time You Are Thirty, You Don't Have A Head.

No Matter What We Have Come Through, Or How Many Perils We Have Safely Passed, Or How Many Imperfect And Jagged - In Some Places Perhaps Irreparably - Our Life Has Been, We Cannot In Our Heart Of Hearts Imagine How It Could Have Been Different. As We Look Back On It, It Slips In Behind Us In Orderly Array, And, With All Its Mistakes, Acquires A Sort Of Eternal Fitness, And Even, At Times, Of Poetic Glamour.

In Your Reaction To An Imagined Attack On Your Country Or An Insult To Its Government, You Draw Closer To The Herd For Protection, You Conform In Word And Deed, And You Insist Vehemently That Everybody Else Shall Think, Speak, And Act Together. And You Fix Your Adoring Gaze Upon The State, With A Truly Filial Look, As Upon The Father Of The Flock.