History Is Mostly Guessing; The Rest Is

I Feel For All Faiths The Warm Sympathy Of One Who Has Come To Learn That Even The Trust In Reason Is A Precarious Faith, And That We Are All Fragments Of Darkness Groping For The Sun. I Know No More About The Ultimates Than The Simplest Urchin In The Streets.

Liberty Is A Product Of Order.

History Repeats Itself In The Large Because Human Nature Changes With Geological Leisureliness.

In Its Youth A People Produce Mythology And Poetry; In Its Decadence, Philosophy And Logic.

To Seek, Beneath The Universal Strife, The Hidden Harmony Of Things.