The Literature Of The Inner Life Is

The Passion Of Self-aggrandizement Is Persistent But Plastic; It Will Never Disappear From A Vigorous Mind, But May Become Morally Higher By Attaching Itself To A Larger Conception Of What Constitutes The Self.

The Idealist's Program Of Political Or Economic Reform May Be Impracticable, Absurd, Demonstrably Ridiculous; But It Can Never Be Successfully Opposed Merely By Pointing Out That This Is The Case. A Negative Opposition Cannot Be Wholly Effectual: There Must Be A Competing Idealism; Something Must Be Offered That Is Not Only Less Objectionable But More Desirable.

There Is Perhaps No Sort Of Self More Subject To Dangerous Egotism Than That Which Deludes Itself With The Notion That It Is Not A Self At All, But Something Else. It Is Well To Beware Of Persons Who Believe That The Cause, The Mission, The Philanthropy, The Hero, Or Whatever It May Be That They Strive For, Is Outside Of Themselves, So That They Feel A Certain Irresponsibility, And Are Likely To Do Things Which They Would Recognize As Wrong If Done In Behalf Of An Acknowledged Self.

Faith In Our Associates Is Part Of Our Faith In God.

One Who Shows Signs Of Mental Aberration Is, Inevitably, Perhaps, But Cruelly, Shut Off From Familiar, Thoughtless Intercourse, Partly Excommunicated; His Isolation Is Unwittingly Proclaimed To Him On Every Countenance By Curiosity, Indifference, Aversion, Or Pity, And In So Far As He Is Human Enough To Need Free And Equal Communication And Feel The Lack Of It, He Suffers Pain And Loss Of A Kind And Degree Which Others Can Only Faintly Imagine, And For The Most Part Ignore.