I Believe In Nothing Here,

Compassionate Love May Be Strong. It Sobs, It Burns, Then It Wipes Away Its Tears – And It Does Nothing.

Strong Drink Stupefies A Man And Makes It Possible For Him To Forget; It Gives Him An Artificial Cheeriness, An Artificial Excitement; And The Pleasure Of This State Is Increased By The Low Level Of Civilization And The Narrow Empty Life To Which These Men Are Confined.

Would It Be Possible To Stand Still On One Spot More Majestically -- While Simulating A Triumphant March Forward -- Than It Is Done By The Two English Houses Of Parliament?

It Seems To Me That You Are Solving A Problem Which Goes Beyond The Limits Of Physiology In Too Simple A Way. Physiology Has Realized Its Problem With Fortitude, Breaking Man Down Into Endless Actions And Counteractions And Reducing Him To A Crossing, A Vortex Of Reflex Acts. Let It Now Permit Sociology To Restore Him As A Whole. Sociology Will Wrest Man From The Anatomical Theatre And Return Him To History.

History Is The Autobiography Of A Madman.