There Is Only One Road

That Little Word 'we' I Mistrust And Here's Why: No Man Of Another Can Say, 'he Is I.' Behind All Agreement Lies Something Amiss All Seeming Accord Cloaks A Lurking Abyss.

Brief Is This Existence, As A Visit In A Strange House. The Path To Be Pursued Is Poorly Lit By A Flickering Consciousness.

America Is A Large Country And Its People Have So Far Not Shown Much Interest In Great International Problems, Among Which The Problem Of Disarmament Occupies First Place Today. This Must Be Changed, If Only In America's Own Interest. The Last War Has Shown That There Are No Longer Any Barriers Between The Continents And That The Destinies Of All Countries Are Closely Interwoven. The People Of This Country Must Realize That They Have A Great Responsibility In The Sphere Of International Politics. The Part Of Passive Spectator Is Unworthy Of This Country And Is Bound In The End To Lead To Disaster All Round.

It Is Also A Natural Thing For A Serious Young Man That He Should Form For Himself As Precise An Idea As Possible Of The Goal Of His Desires.

Out Of The Multitude Of Our Sense Experiences We Take, Mentally And Arbitrarily, Certain Repeatedly Occurring Complexes Of Sense Impression (partly In Conjunction With Sense Impressions Which Are Interpreted As Signs For Sense Experiences Of Others), And We Attribute To Them A Meaning The Meaning Of The Bodily Object.