Work Is What Horses Die Of

[he] Understood The People In A New Way...the People Is Not Everyone Who Speaks Our Language, Nor Yet The Elect Marked By The Fiery Stamp Of Genius. Not By Birth, Not By The Work Of One's Hands, Not By The Wings Of Education Is One Elected Into The People. But By One's Inner Self. Everyone Forges His Inner Self Year After Year. One Must Try To Temper, To Cut, To Polish One's Soul So As To Become A Human Being. And Thereby Become A Tiny Particle Of One's Own People.

... The Inexorable Lesson Of Centuries: Suffering Must Be Borne; There Is No Way Out.

Submissiveness To Fate, The Total Abdication Of Your Own Will In The Shaping Of Your Life, The Recognition That It Was Impossible To Guess The Best And The Worst Ahead Of Time But That It Was Easy To Take A Step You Would Reproach Yourself For-all This Freed The Prisoner From Any Bondage, Made Him Calmer, And Even Ennobled Him.

Cracks Make Caves Collapse.

With Such Global Events Looming Over Us Like Mountains, Nay, Like Entire Mountain Ranges, It May Seem Incongruous And Inappropriate To Recall That The Primary Key To Our Being Or Non-being Resides In Each Individual Human Heart, In The Heart’s Preference For Specific Good Or Evil. Yet This Remains True Even Today, And It Is, In Fact, The Most Reliable Key We Have. The Social Theories That Promised So Much Have Demonstrated Their Bankruptcy, Leaving Us At A Dead End.