Man Is A Fugitive From Nature.

Human Vitality Is So Exuberant That In The Sorriest Desert It Still Finds A Pretext For Glowing And Trembling.

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.

Life Is Fired At Us Point Blank.

[i]t Is Necessary To Insist Upon This Extraordinary But Undeniable Fact: Experimental Science Has Progressed Thanks In Great Part To The Work Of Men Astoundingly Mediocre, And Even Less Than Mediocre. That Is To Say, Modern Science, The Root And Symbol Of Our Actual Civilization, Finds A Place For The Intellectually Commonplace Man And Allows Him To Work Therein With Success.

Beliefs Constitute The Basic Stratum, That Which Lies Deepest, In The Architecture Of Our Life. By Them We Live, And By The Same Token We Rarely Think Of Them.... One May Symbolize The Individual Life As A Bank Of Issue. The Bank Lives On The Credit Of A Gold Reserve Which Is Rarely Seen, Which Lies At The Bottom Of Metal Coffers Hidden In The Vaults Of The Building. The Most Elementary Caution Will Suggest That From Time To Time The Effective Condition Of These Guaranties--of These Credences, One Might Say, That Are The Basis Of Credit--be Passed In Review.