Irrespective Of Any External, Regulatory Force, Our

The Man Whose Whole Activity Is Diverted To Inner Meditation Becomes Insensible To All His Surroundings. His Passions Are Mere Appearances, Being Sterile. They Are Dissipated In Futile Imaginings, Producing Nothing External To Themselves.

If One Class Of Society Is Obliged, In Order To Live, To Take Any Price For Its Services, While Another Can Abstain From Such Action Thanks To Resources At Its Disposal Which, However, Are Not Necessarily Due To Any Social Superiority, The Second Has An Unjust Advantage Over The First At Law. In Other Words, There Cannot Be Rich And Poor A Birth Without There Being Unjust Contracts.

A Mind That Questions Everything, Unless Strong Enough To Bear The Weight Of Its Ignorance, Risks Questioning Itself And Being Engulfed In Doubt.

Socialism Is Not A Science, A Sociology In Miniature: It Is A Cry Of Pain.

Irrespective Of Any External, Regulatory Force, Our Capacity For Feeling Is In Itself An Insatiable And Bottomless Abyss.