To Have No Heroes Is To Have

The Imaginations Which People Have Of One Another Are The Solid Facts Of Society.

There Is No Way To Penetrate The Surface Of Life But By Attacking It Earnestly At A Particular Point.

If Love Closes, The Self Contracts And Hardens: The Mind Having Nothing Else To Occupy Its Attention And Give It That Change And Renewal It Requires, Busies Itself More And More With Self-feeling, Which Takes On Narrow And Disgusting Forms, Like Avarice, Arrogance And Fatuity.

It Is Surely A Matter Of Common Observation That A Man Who Knows No One Thing Intimately Has No Views Worth Hearing On Things In General. The Farmer Philosophizes In Terms Of Crops, Soils, Markets, And Implements, The Mechanic Generalizes His Experiences Of Wood And Iron, The Seaman Reaches Similar Conclusions By His Own Special Road; And If The Scholar Keeps Pace With These It Must Be By An Equally Virile Productivity.

The Social Self Is Simply Any Idea, Or System Of Ideas, Drawn From The Communicative Life, That The Mind Cherishes As Its Own.