When Individuals And Nations Have Once Got

Mere Goodness Can Achieve Little Against The Power Of Nature.

Because Of Its Concrete Content, Sense-certainty Immediately Appears As The Richest Kind Of Knowledge, Indeed A Knowledge Of Infinite Wealth For Which No Bounds Can Be Found, Either When We Reach Out Into Space And Time In Which It Is Dispersed, Or When We Take A Bit Of This Wealth, And By Division Enter Into It. Moreover, Sense-certainty Appears To Be The Truest Knowledge ... But, In The Event, This Very Certainty Proves Itself To Be The Most Abstract And Poorest Truth. All That It Says About What It Knows Is Just That It Is; And Its Truth Contains Nothing But The Sheer Being Of The Thing.

When We Walk The Streets At Night In Safety, It Does Not Strike Us That This Might Be Otherwise. This Habit Of Feeling Safe Has Become Second Nature, And We Do Not Reflect On Just How This Is Due Solely To The Working Of Special Institutions. Commonplace Thinking Often Has The Impression That Force Holds The State Together, But In Fact Its Only Bond Is The Fundamental Sense Of Order Which Everybody Possesses.

No Man Is A Hero To His Valet. This Is Not Because The Hero Is No Hero, But Because The Valet Is A Valet.

It Is A Matter Of Perfect Indifference Where A Thing Originated; The Only Question Is: Is It True In And For Itself?