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The People With The Clear Heads Are The Ones Who Look Life In The Face, Realize That Everything In It Is Problematic, And Feel Themselves Lost. And This Is The Simple Truth: That To Live Is To Feel Oneself Lost. Those Who Accept It Have Already Begun To Find Themselves, To Be On Firm Ground.

Man's Being Is Made Of Such Strange Stuff As To Be Partly Akin To Nature And Partly Not, At Once Natural And Extranatural, A Kind Of Ontological Centaur, Half Immersed In Nature, Half Transcending It.

Nobility Is Defined By The Demands It Makes On Us - By Obligations, Not By Rights. Noblesse Oblige. 'to Live As One Likes Is Plebeian; The Noble Man Aspires To Order And Law.'

If The Human Intellect Functions, It Is Actually In Order To Solve The Problems Which The Man's Inner Destiny Sets It.

To Be Surprised, To Wonder, Is To Begin To Understand. This Is The Sport, The Luxury, Special To The Intellectual Man.