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You Do Not Attain To Knowledge By Remaining On The Shore And Watching The Foaming Waves, You Must Make The Venture And Cast Yourself In, You Must Swim, Alert And With All Your Force, Even If A Moment Comes When You Think You Are Losing Consciousness; In This Way, And In No Other, Do You Reach Anthropological Insight.

Religion Means Goal And Way, Politics Implies End And Means. The Political End Is Recognizable By The Fact That It May Be Attained--in Success--and Its Attainment Is Historically Recorded. The Religious Goal Remains, Even In Man's Highest Experiences, That Which Simply Provides Direction On The Mortal Way; It Never Enters Into Historical Consummation.

I Do, Indeed, Close My Door At Times And Surrender Myself To A Book, But Only Because I Can Open The Door Again And See A Human Face Looking At Me.

Feelings Dwell In Man; But Man Dwells In His Love. That Is No Metaphor, But The Actual Truth. Love Does Not Cling To The I In Such A Way As To Have The Thou Only For Its " Content," Its Object; But Love Is Between I And Thou. The Man Who Does Not Know This, With His Very Being Know This, Does Not Know Love; Even Though He Ascribes To It The Feelings He Lives Through, Experiences, Enjoys, And Expresses.

To Begin With Oneself But Not To End With Onself. To Start From Oneself But Not To Aim At Oneself.