WHAT I BELIEVE
IN THE PRIDE of youth I used to characterize myself as philosophically a stray dog, unchained to any metaphysical kennel. It seemed to me better to brave the muddy realities of the unprotected out-of-doors, the uncertain food, the attacks from the watchdogs of comfortable homes, and above all the chilling rains and winds of factual experience. For the roving way led through bracing airs over green hills to broad sunny plains and sparkling rivers flowing to distant seas. But as I approach the years of postrheumatic wisdom, I am beginning to find increasing refuge in the great palaces and parks of the classical philosophies.
I no longer despise those who, like our great poet-philosopher Santayana, set up a wall around their garden to shut off the disconsolate hills and the monotonous sea as well as the smoke and din of the market place. After all, no matter how small our plot of ground, we always have with us the fundamental elements--earth, air, sky, and rain. To the enterprising mind, the mystery of creation is as profound and as challenging here as elsewhere. The sun and stars, and the alternations of bright days and dark nights, persist through the changes of cosmic weather. And the human scene, likewise, offers the same elements of hunger and love, pride and foolishness, joy and suffering, throughout diverse ages and climes. I have thus learned to see virtue in the stably organized as well as in the wild or untamed intel-____________________