The Person Portrayed And The Portrait Are

Human Vitality Is So Exuberant That In The Sorriest Desert It Still Finds A Pretext For Glowing And Trembling.

The Most Radical Division That It Is Possible To Make Of Humanity Is That Which Splits It Into Two Classes Of Creatures: Those Who Make Great Demands On Themselves, Piling Up Difficulties And Duties; And Those Who Demand Nothing Special Of Themselves, But For Whom To Live Is To Be Every Moment What They Already Are, Without Imposing On Themselves Any Effort Towards Perfection, Mere Buoys That Float On The Waves.

Strictly Speaking, The Mass, As A Psychological Fact, Can Be Defined Without Waiting For Individuals To Appear In Mass Formation. In The Presence Of One Individual We Can Decide Whether He Is "mass" Or Not. The Mass Is All That Which Sets No Value On Itself Good Or Ill Based On Specific Grounds, But Which Feels Itself "just Like Everybody," And Nevertheless Is Not Concerned About It; Is, In Fact, Quite Happy To Feel Itself As One With Everybody Else.

We Have Not Reached Ethical Perfection In Hunting. One Never Achieves Perfection In Anything, And Perhaps It Exists Precisely So That One Can Never Achieve It. Its Purpose Is To Orient Our Conduct And To Allow Us To Measure The Progress Accomplished. In This Sense, The Advancement Achieved In The Ethics Of Hunting Is Undeniable.

The Will To Be Oneself Is Heroism