When We Hate A Person, With An

A Strange And Somewhat Impassive Physiognomy Is Often, Perhaps, An Advantage To An Orator, Or Leader Of Any Sort, Because It Helps To Fix The Eye And Fascinate The Mind.

The Chief Misery Of The Decline Of The Faculties, And A Main Cause Of The Irritability That Often Goes With It, Is Evidently The Isolation, The Lack Of Customary Appreciation And Influence, Which Only The Rarest Tact And Thoughtfulness On The Part Of Others Can Alleviate.

We Are Ashamed To Seem Evasive In The Presence Of A Straightforward Man, Cowardly In The Presence Of A Brave One, Gross In The Eyes Of A Refined One, And So On. We Always Imagine, And In Imagining Share, The Judgments Of The Other Mind.

Since Freedom Is Not A Fixed Thing That Can Be Grasped And Held Once For All, But A Growth, Any Particular Society, Such As Our Own, Always Appears Partly Free And Partly Unfree. In So Far As It Favors, In Every Child, The Development Of His Highest Possibilities, It Is Free, But Where It Falls Short Of This It Is Not.

In The Days Of Witchcraft It Used To Be Believed That If One Person Secretly Made A Waxen Image Of Another And Stuck Pins Into The Image, Its Counterpart Would Suffer Tortures, And That If The Image Was Melted The Person Would Die. This Superstition Is Almost Realized In The Relation Between The Private Self And Its Social Reflection. They Seem To Separate But Are Darkly United, And What Is Done To The One Is Done To The Other.