Wherever The Citizen Becomes Indifferent To His

All Political Arrangements, In That They Have To Bring A Variety Of Widely-discordant Interests Into Unity And Harmony, Necessarily Occasion Manifold Collisions. From These Collisions Spring Misproportions Between Men's Desires And Their Powers; And From These, Transgressions. The More Active The State Is, The Greater Is The Number Of These.

Besides The Pleasure Derived From Acquired Knowledge, There Lurks In The Mind Of Man, And Tinged With A Shade Of Sadness, An Unsatisfactory Longing For Something Beyond The Present, A Striving Towards Regions Yet Unknown And Unopened.

Government, Religion, Property, Books, Are Nothing But The Scaffolding To Build Men. Earth Holds Up To Her Master No Fruit Like The Finished Man.

It Is An Absolutely Vain Endeavor To Attempt To Reconstruct Or Even Comprehend The Nature Of A Human Being By Simply Knowing The Forces Which Have Acted Upon Him. However Deeply We Should Like To Penetrate, However Close We Seem To Be Drawing To Truth, One Unknown Quantity Eludes Us: Man's Primordial Energy, His Original Self, That Personality Which Was Given Him With The Gift Of Life Itself. On It Rests Man's True Freedom; It Alone Determines His Real Character.

However Great An Evil Immorality May Be, We Must Not Forget That It Is Not Without Its Beneficial Consequences. It Is Only Through Extremes That Men Can Arrive At The Middle Path Of Wisdom And Virtue.