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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

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.

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.

Diplomacy Is A Disguised War, In Which States Seek To Gain By Barter And Intrigue, By The Cleverness Of Arts, The Objectives Which They Would Have To Gain More Clumsily By Means Of War.

A Man With Few Friends Is Only Half-developed; There Are Whole Sides Of His Nature Which Are Locked Up And Have Never Been Expressed. He Cannot Unlock Them Himself, He Cannot Even Discover Them; Friends Alone Can Stimulate Him And Open Him.