For The Person For Whom Small Things

When You Are Fed Up With The Troublesome Present, You Take Your Gun, Whistle For Your Dog, Go Out To The Mountain, And, Without Further Ado, Give Yourself The Pleasure During A Few Hours Or A Few Days Of Being "paleolithic."

Civilization Is Nothing More Than The Effort To Reduce The Use Of Force To The Last Resort.

In These Years We Are Witnessing The Gigantic Spectacle Of Innumerable Human Lives Wandering About Lost In Their Own Labyrinths, Through Not Having Anything To Which To Give Themselves.

He [the "specialist"] Is One Who, Out Of All That Has To Be Known In Order To Be A Man Of Judgment, Is Only Acquainted With One Science, And Even Of That One Only Knows The Small Corner In Which He Is An Active Investigator. He Even Proclaims It As A Virtue That He Takes No Cognisance Of What Lies Outside The Narrow Territory Specially Cultivated By Himself, And Gives The Name Of "dilettantism" To Any Curiosity For The General Scheme Of Knowledge.

Man Is A Substantial Emigrant On A Pilgrimage Of Being, And It Is Accordingly Meaningless To Set Limits To What He Is Capable Of Being.