It Is Progress When Weapons Are Improved

We Are Not Talking About Esthetics. We Are Talking About Life: Survival Of Man. We Must Train Young People To Get Another Vision Of Nature. We Call It 'wilderness,' And We Think It Is Progress To Get Further And Further Away From It. How Crazy! Where Would We Have Been If Nature Had Not Built Us Up?

In Fighting Nature, Man Can Win Every Battle Except The Last. If He Should Win That Too, He Will Perish, Like An Embryo Cutting Its Own Umbilical Cord.

Circumstances Cause Us To Act The Way We Do. We Should Always Bear This In Mind Before Judging The Actions Of Others. I Realized This From The Start During World War Ii.

Land! An Island! We Devoured It Greedily With Our Eyes And Woke The Others, Who Tumbled Out Drowsily And Stared In All Directions As If They Thought Our Bow Was About To Run On To A Beach. Screaming Seabirds Formed A Bridge Across The Sky In The Direction Of The Distant Island, Which Stood Out Sharper Against The Horizon As The Red Background Widened And Turned Gold With The Approach Of The Sun And The Full Daylight.

It Is Also Rarer To Find Happiness In A Man Surrounded By The Miracles Of Technology Than Among People Living In The Desert Of The Jungle And Who By The Standards Set By Our Society Would Be Considered Destitute And Out Of Touch.