It Is Too Great Comfort Which Turns

Social Life Comes From A Double Source, The Likeness Of Consciences And The Division Of Social Labour.

Man Could Not Live If He Were Entirely Impervious To Sadness. Many Sorrows Can Be Endured Only By Being Embraced, And The Pleasure Taken In Them Naturally Has A Somewhat Melancholy Character.

It Is Only By Historical Analysis That We Can Discover What Makes Up Man, Since It Is Only In The Course Of History That He Is Formed.

A Monomaniac Is A Sick Person Whose Mentality Is Perfectly Healthy In All Respects But One; He Has A Single Flaw, Clearly Localized. At Times, For Example, He Has An Unreasonable And Absurd Desire To Drink Or Steal Or Use Abusive Language; But All His Other Acts And All His Other Thoughts Are Strictly Correct.

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