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We Need To Study The Whole Of History, Not To Fall Back Into It, But To See If We Can Escape From It.

It Would Be A Piece Of Ingenuousness To Accuse The Man Of Today Of His Lack Of Moral Code. The Accusation Would Leave Him Cold, Or Rather, Would Flatter Him. Immoralism Has Become A Commonplace, And Anybody And Everybody Boasts Of Practising It.

I Think That The Philosopher Must, For His Own Purposes, Carry Methodological Strictness To An Extreme When He Is Investigating And Pursuing His Truths, But When He Is Ready To Enunciate Them And Give Them Out, He Ought To Avoid The Cynical Skill With Which Some Scientists, Like A Hercules At The Fair, Amuse Themselves By Displaying To The Public The Biceps Of Their Technique.

Towns Are Full Of People, Houses Full Of Tenants, Hotels Full Of Guests, Trains Full Of Travelers, Cafés Full Of Customers, Parks Full Of Promenaders, Consulting-rooms Of Famous Doctors Full Of Patients, Theatres Full Of Spectators, And Beaches Full Of Bathers. What Previously Was, In General, No Problem, Now Begins To Be An Everyday One, Namely, To Find Room.

Love Is Exclusivity, Selection.