Stupefaction, When It Persists, Becomes Stupidity.

I Am I Plus My Surroundings; And If I Do Not Preserve The Latter, I Do Not Preserve Myself.

Thought Is Not A Gift To Man But A Laborious, Precarious And Volatile Acquisition.

Love Is That Splendid Triggering Of Human Vitality The Supreme Activity Which Nature Affords Anyone For Going Out Of Himself Toward Someone Else.

Meditation On Any Theme, If Positive And Honest, Inevitably Separates Him Who Does The Meditating From The Opinion Prevailing Around Him, From That Which Can Be Called "public" Or "popular" Opinion.

The Common Man, Finding Himself In A World So Excellent, Technically And Socially, Believes It Has Been Produced By Nature, And Never Thinks Of The Personal Efforts Of Highly Endowed Individuals Which The Creation Of This New World Presupposed. Still Less Will He Admit The Notion That All These Facilities Still Require The Support Of Certain Difficult Human Virtues, The Least Failure Of Which Would Cause The Rapid Disappearance Of The Whole Magnificent Edifice.