The Fact That A Man Is To

Our Goodness Comes Solely From Thinking On Goodness; Our Wickedness From Thinking On Wickedness. We Too Are The Victims Of Our Own Contemplation.

The Reason For The Slow Progress Of The World Seems To Lie In A Single Fact. Every Man Is Born Under The Yoke, And Grows Up Beneath The Oppressions Of His Age. He Can Only Get A Vision Of The Unselfish Forces In The World By Appealing To Them, And Every Appeal Is A Call To Arms. If He Fights He Must Fight, Not One Man, But A Conspiracy. He Is Always At War With A Civilization. On His Side Is Proverbial Philosophy, A Galaxy Of Invisible Saints And Sages, And The Half-developed Consciousness And Professions Of Everybody. Against Him Is The World, And Every Selfish Passion In His Own Heart.

If You Are To Reach Masses Of People In This World, You Must Do It By A Sign Language. Whether Your Vehicle Be Commerce, Literature, Or Politics, You Can Do Nothing But Raise Signals, And Make Motions To The People.

Attack Another's Rights And You Destroy Your Own.

We Cannot Hand Our Faith To One Another.... Even In The Middle Ages, When Faith Was Theoretically Uniform, It Was Always Practically Individual.