Each Man Must Look To Himself To

The Tender Friendships One Gives Up, On Parting, Leave Their Bite On The Heart, But Also A Curious Feeling Of A Treasure Somewhere Buried.

He Who Is Different From Me Does Not Impoverish Me - He Enriches Me. Our Unity Is Constituted In Something Higher Than Ourselves - In Man... For No Man Seeks To Hear His Own Echo, Or To Find His Reflection In The Glass.

For There Is But One Problem - The Problem Of Human Relations. We Forget That There Is No Hope Or Joy Except In Human Relations.

Here Is My Secret. It Is Very Simple: One Sees Well Only With The Heart. The Essential Is Invisible To The Eyes.

There Is A Cheap Literature That Speaks To Us Of The Need Of Escape. It Is True That When We Travel We Are In Search Of Distance. But Distance Is Not To Be Found. It Melts Away. And Escape Has Never Led Anywhere. The Moment A Man Finds That He Must Play The Races, Go The Arctic, Or Make War In Order To Feel Himself Alive, That Man Has Begin To Spin The Strands That Bind Him To Other Men And To The World. But What Wretched Strands! A Civilization That Is Really Strong Fills Man To The Brim, Though He Never Stir. What Are We Worth When Motionless, Is The Question.