Reality Seems Valueless By Comparison With The

Irrespective Of Any External, Regulatory Force, Our Capacity For Feeling Is In Itself An Insatiable And Bottomless Abyss.

Man Could Not Live If He Were Entirely Impervious To Sadness. Many Sorrows Can Be Endured Only By Being Embraced, And The Pleasure Taken In Them Naturally Has A Somewhat Melancholy Character.

A Mind That Questions Everything, Unless Strong Enough To Bear The Weight Of Its Ignorance, Risks Questioning Itself And Being Engulfed In Doubt.

Man's Characteristic Privilege Is That The Bond He Accepts Is Not Physical But Moral; That Is, Social. He Is Governed Not By A Material Environment Brutally Imposed On Him, But By A Conscience Superior To His Own, The Superiority Of Which He Feels. Because The Greater, Better Part Of His Existence Transcends The Body, He Escapes The Body's Yoke, But Is Subject To That Of Society.

Man Cannot Become Attached To Higher Aims And Submit To A Rule If He Sees Nothing Above Him To Which He Belongs. To Free Him From All Social Pressure Is To Abandon Him To Himself And Demoralize Him.