The Imaginations Which People Have Of One

Since Freedom Is Not A Fixed Thing That Can Be Grasped And Held Once For All, But A Growth, Any Particular Society, Such As Our Own, Always Appears Partly Free And Partly Unfree. In So Far As It Favors, In Every Child, The Development Of His Highest Possibilities, It Is Free, But Where It Falls Short Of This It Is Not.

Our Individual Lives Cannot, Generally, Be Works Of Art Unless The Social Order Is Also.

To Desire To Be An Artist Is To Desire To Be A Complete Man In Respect To Some One Function, To Realize Yourself Utterly. A Man Is A Poor Thing Who Is Content Not To Be An Artist.

To Retire To The Monastery, Or The Woods, Or The Sea, Is To Escape From The Sharp Suggestions That Spur On Ambition.

The Idea Of Freedom Is Quite In Accord With A General, Though Vague, Sentiment Among Us; It Is An Idea Of Fair Play, Of Giving Everyone A Chance; And Nothing Arouses More General And Active Indignation Among Our People Than The Belief That Some One Or Some Class Is Not Getting A Fair Chance.