Man is a strange animal. He generally cannot read the handwriting on the wall until his back is up against it.

He who slings mud generally loses ground.

What a man knows at fifty that he did not know at twenty is for the most part incommunicable.

Man does not live by words alone, despite the fact that sometimes he has to eat them.

To me, there is something superbly symbolic in the fact that an astronaut, sent up as assistant to a series of computers, found that he worked more accurately and more intelligently than they. Inside the capsule, man is still in charge.

What do I believe? As an American I believe in generosity, in liberty, in the rights of man. These are social and political faiths that are part of me, as they are, I suppose, part of all of us. Such beliefs are easy to express. But part of me too is