The Old Prose Writers Wrote As If

While It Is Possible For Intelligence To Increase The Range Of Benevolent Impulse, And Thus Prompt A Human Being To Consider The Needs And Rights Of Other Than Those To Whom He Is Bound By Organic And Physical Relationship, There Are Definite Limits In The Capacity Of Ordinary Mortals Which Makes It Impossible For Them To Grant To Others What They Claim For Themselves.

We Judge The Russians Because They're Living Under Despotism And We Don't Like It, But We've Gotten Into A Fix Now Where We're Living In A Common Predicament, And We Ought To Recognize This Common Predicament.

What Is Funny About Us Is Precisely That We Take Ourselves Too Seriously.

Nothing That Is Worth Doing Can Be Achieved In Our Lifetime; Therefore We Must Be Saved By Hope. Nothing Which Is True Or Beautiful Or Good Makes Complete Sense In Any Immediate Context Of History; Therefore We Must Be Saved By Faith. Nothing We Do, However Virtuous, Can Be Accomplished Alone; Therefore We Must Be Saved By Love. No Virtuous Act Is Quite As Virtuous From The Standpoint Of Our Friend Or Foe As It Is From Our Standpoint. Therefore We Must Be Saved By The Final Form Of Love Which Is Forgiveness.

Self-righteousness Is The Inevitable Fruit Of Simple Moral Judgments.