Life Is A Series Of Collisions With

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.

Whoever Has Not Felt The Danger Of Our Times Palpitating Under His Hand, Has Not Really Penetrated To The Vitals Of Destiny, He Has Merely Pricked The Surface.

Man Is A Fugitive From Nature.

This Fighting-shy Of Every Obligation Partly Explains The Phenomenon, Half Ridiculous, Half Disgraceful, Of The Setting-up In Our Days Of The Platform Of "youth" As Youth. ... In Comic Fashion People Call Themselves "young," Because They Have Heard That Youth Has More Rights Than Obligations, Since It Can Put Off The Fulfilment Of These Latter To The Greek Kalends Of Maturity. ...[t]he Astounding Thing At Present Is That These Take It As An Effective Right Precisely In Order To Claim For Themselves All Those Other Rights Which Only Belong To The Man Who Has Already Done Something.

Poetry Is Adolescence Fermented, And Thus Preserved.