The Mind Is Not A Hermit's Cell,

It Happens From Time To Time In Every Complex And Active Society, That Certain Persons Feel The Complexity And Insistence As A Tangle, And Seek Freedom In Retirement, As Thoreau Sought At Walden Pond. They Do Not, However, In This Manner Escape From The Social Institutions Of Their Time, Nor Do They Really Mean To Do So; What They Gain, If They Are Successful, Is A Saner Relation To Them.

Every General Increase Of Freedom Is Accompanied By Some Degeneracy, Attributable To The Same Causes As The Freedom.

When One Ceases From Conflict, Whether Because He Has Won, Because He Has Lost, Or Because He Cares No More For The Game, The Virtue Passes Out Of Him.

Faith In Our Associates Is Part Of Our Faith In God.

In The Days Of Witchcraft It Used To Be Believed That If One Person Secretly Made A Waxen Image Of Another And Stuck Pins Into The Image, Its Counterpart Would Suffer Tortures, And That If The Image Was Melted The Person Would Die. This Superstition Is Almost Realized In The Relation Between The Private Self And Its Social Reflection. They Seem To Separate But Are Darkly United, And What Is Done To The One Is Done To The Other.