But Every Soil Becomes Finally Exhausted, And

In Russia There Is An Emigration Of Intelligence: émigrés Cross The Frontier In Order To Read And To Write Good Books. But In Doing So They Contribute To Making Their Fatherland, Abandoned By Spirit, Into The Gaping Jaws Of Asia That Would Like To Swallow Our Little Europe.

It Is Possible That The Production Of Genius Is Reserved To A Limited Period Of Mankind's History.

Faced With A World Of "modern Ideas" Which Would Like To Banish Everyone Into A Corner And A "specialty," A Philosopher, If There Could Be A Philosopher These Days, Would Be Compelled To Establish The Greatness Of Mankind, The Idea Of "greatness," On The Basis Of His Own Particular Extensive Range And Multiplicity, His Own Totality In The Midst Of Diversity.

The Disappointed One Speaks. I Searched For Great Human Beings; I Always Found Only The Apes Of Their Ideals.

The Weak And The Botched Shall Perish: First Principle Of Our Charity.