People Are Machines Of Forgetfulness

It Was Suicide. Others Killed Themselves With Poison Or With A Revolver. I Killed Myself With Minutes And Hours.

I Do Not Regret My Youth And Its Beliefs. Up To Now, I Have Wasted My Time To Live. Youth Is The True Force, But It Is Too Rarely Lucid. Sometimes It Has A Triumphant Liking For What Is Now, And The Pugnacious Broadside Of Paradox May Please It. But There Is A Degree In Innovation Which They Who Have Not Lived Very Much Cannot Attain. And Yet Who Knows If The Stern Greatness Of Present Events Will Not Have Educated And Aged The Generation Which To-day Forms Humanity's Effective Frontier? Whatever Our Hope May Be, If We Did Not Place It In Youth, Where Should We Place It?

I Believe, In Spite Of All, In Truth's Victory. I Believe In The Momentous Value, Hereafter Inviolable, Of Those Few Truly Fraternal Men In All The Countries Of The World, Who, In The Oscillation Of National Egoisms Let Loose, Stand Up And Stand Out, Steadfast As The Glorious Statues Of Right And Duty.

There Are Cloudy Moments When One Asks Himself If Men Do Not Deserve All The Disasters Into Which They Rush! No - I Recover Myself - They Do Not Deserve Them. But We, Instead Of Saying "i Wish" Must Say "i Will." And What We Will, We Must Will To Build It, With Order, With Method, Beginning At The Beginning, When Once We Have Been As Far As That Beginning. We Must Not Only Open Our Eyes, But Our Arms, Our Wings.

Yes, There Is A Divinity, One From Which We Must Never Turn Aside For The Guidance Of Our Huge Inward Life And Of The Share We Have As Well In The Life Of All Men. It Is Called The Truth.