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No Matter What A Man Does, He Is Not Fully Sane Or Human Unless There Is A Spirit Of Freedom In Him, A Soul Unconfined By Purpose And Larger Than The Practicable World.

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.

The Literature Of The Inner Life Is Very Largely A Record Of Struggle With The Inordinate Passions Of The Social Self.

Kindliness Seems To Exist Primarily As An Animal Instinct, So Deeply Rooted That Mental Degeneracy, Which Works From The Top Down,does Not Destroy It Until The Mind Sinks To The Lower Grades Of Idiocy.

The Actual God Of Many Americans... Is Simply The Current Of American Life.