The Mind Is Not A Hermit's Cell,

Simplicity Is A Pleasant Thing In Children, Or At Any Age, But It Is Not Necessarily Admirable, Nor Is Affectation Altogether A Thing Of Evil. To Be Normal, To Be At Home In The World, With A Prospect Of Power, Usefulness, Or Success, The Person Must Have That Imaginative Insight Into Other Minds That Underlies Tact And Savoir-faire, Morality And Beneficence. This Insight Involves Sophistication, Some Understanding And Sharing Of The Clandestine Impulses Of Human Nature. A Simplicity That Is Merely The Lack Of This Insight Indicates A Sort Of Defect.

When We Hate A Person, With An Intimate, Imaginative, Human Hatred, We Enter Into His Mind, Or Sympathize -- Any Strong Interest Will Arouse The Imagination And Create Some Sort Of Sympathy.

Our Individual Lives Cannot, Generally, Be Works Of Art Unless The Social Order Is Also.

Selfishness Of The Stable Or Rigid Sort Is As A Rule More Bitterly Resented Than The More Fickle Variety, Chiefly, No Doubt, Because, Having More Continuity And Purpose, It Is More Formidable.

We Are Ashamed To Seem Evasive In The Presence Of A Straightforward Man, Cowardly In The Presence Of A Brave One, Gross In The Eyes Of A Refined One, And So On. We Always Imagine, And In Imagining Share, The Judgments Of The Other Mind.