The Earth Has Become Small, And On

When One Speaks Of Humanity, The Idea Is Fundamental That This Is Something Which Separates And Distinguishes Man From Nature. In Reality, However, There Is No Such Separation: "natural" Qualities And Those Called Truly "human" Are Inseparably Grown Together. Man, In His Highest And Noblest Capacities, Is Wholly Nature And Embodies Its Uncanny Dual Character. Those Of His Abilities Which Are Terrifying And Considered Inhuman May Even Be The Fertile Soil Out Of Which Alone All Humanity Can Grow In Impulse, Deed, And Work.

Solitude Makes Us Tougher Towards Ourselves And Tenderer Towards Others. In Both Ways It Improves Our Character.

Moderation Sees Itself As Beautiful; It Is Unaware That In The Eye Of The Immoderate It Appears Black And Sober And Consequently Ugly-looking.

Nothing Seems To Me To Be Rarer Today Then Genuine Hypocrisy. I Greatly Suspect That This Plant Finds The Mild Atmosphere Of Our Culture Unendurable. Hypocrisy Has Its Place In The Ages Of Strong Belief: In Which Even When One Is Compelled To Exhibit A Different Belief One Does Not Abandon The Belief One Already Has.

We Labour At Our Daily Work More Ardently And Thoughtlessly Than Is Necessary To Sustain Our Life Because It Is Even More Necessary Not To Have Leisure To Stop And Think. Haste Is Universal Because Everyone Is In Flight From Himself.