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.

I Am Myself And What Is Around Me, And If I Do Not Save It, It Shall Not Save Me.

Beliefs Constitute The Basic Stratum, That Which Lies Deepest, In The Architecture Of Our Life. By Them We Live, And By The Same Token We Rarely Think Of Them.... One May Symbolize The Individual Life As A Bank Of Issue. The Bank Lives On The Credit Of A Gold Reserve Which Is Rarely Seen, Which Lies At The Bottom Of Metal Coffers Hidden In The Vaults Of The Building. The Most Elementary Caution Will Suggest That From Time To Time The Effective Condition Of These Guaranties--of These Credences, One Might Say, That Are The Basis Of Credit--be Passed In Review.

Man Is A Substantial Emigrant On A Pilgrimage Of Being, And It Is Accordingly Meaningless To Set Limits To What He Is Capable Of Being.

The Assurance That We Have No Means Of Answering [final] Questions Is No Valid Excuse For Callousness Towards Them. The More Deeply Should We Feel, Down To The Roots Of Our Being, Their Pressure And Their Sting. Whose Hunger Has Ever Been [sated] With The Knowledge That He Could Not Eat?