Man In A Word Has No Nature;

And This Is The Simple Truth - That To Live Is To Feel Oneself Lost. He Who Accepts It Has Already Begun To Find Himself To Be On Firm Ground.

Man Has To Live With The Body And Soul Which Have Fallen To Him By Chance.

Love Is That Splendid Triggering Of Human Vitality The Supreme Activity Which Nature Affords Anyone For Going Out Of Himself Toward Someone Else.

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.

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.