Faith In Our Associates Is Part Of

To Have No Heroes Is To Have No Aspiration, To Live On The Momentum Of The Past, To Be Thrown Back Upon Routine, Sensuality, And The Narrow Self.

If The Man Succeeds In Becoming Indifferent To The Opinions Of His Neighbors He Runs Into Another Danger, That Of A Distorted And Extravagant Self Of The Pride Sort, Since By The Very Process Of Gaining Independence And Immunity From The Stings Of Depreciation And Misunderstanding, He Has Perhaps Lost That Wholesome Deference To Some Social Tribunal That A Man Cannot Dispense With And Remain Quite Sane.

In The Days Of Witchcraft It Used To Be Believed That If One Person Secretly Made A Waxen Image Of Another And Stuck Pins Into The Image, Its Counterpart Would Suffer Tortures, And That If The Image Was Melted The Person Would Die. This Superstition Is Almost Realized In The Relation Between The Private Self And Its Social Reflection. They Seem To Separate But Are Darkly United, And What Is Done To The One Is Done To The Other.

There Is Hardly Any One So Insignificant That He Does Not Seem Imposing To Some One At Some Time.

The Mind Is Not A Hermit's Cell, But A Place Of Hospitality And Intercourse.