There Is Nothing In The World More

Modern Western Thought Will Pass Into History And Be Incorporated In It, Will Have Its Influence And Its Place, Just As Our Body Will Pass Into The Composition Of Grass, Of Sheep, Of Cutlets, And Of Men.

This Socialism Will Develop In All Its Phases Until It Reaches Its Own Extremes And Absurdities. Then Once Again A Cry Of Denial Will Break From The Titanic Chest Of The Revolutionary Minority And Again A Mortal Struggle Will Begin, In Which Socialism Will Play The Role Of Contemporary Conservatism And Will Be Overwhelmed In The Subsequent Revolution, As Yet Unknown To Us.

Every Man Who Has Lived For Fifty Years Has Buried A Whole World Or Even Two; He Has Grown Used To Its Disappearance And Accustomed To The New Scenery Of Another Act: But Suddenly The Names And Faces Of A Time Long Dead Appear More And More Often On His Way, Calling Up Series Of Shades And Pictures Kept Somewhere, "just In Case," In The Endless Catacombs Of The Memory, Making Him Smile Or Sigh, And Sometimes Almost Weep.

Unaware Of The Absurdity Of It, We Introduce Our Own Petty Household Rules Into The Economy Of The Universe For Which The Life Of Generations, Peoples, Of Entire Planets, Has No Importance In Relation To The General Development.

Life Has Taught Me To Think, But Thinking Has Not Taught Me To Live.