It Is Too Great Comfort

Sadness Does Not Inhere In Things; It Does Not Reach Us From The World And Through Mere Contemplation Of The World. It Is A Product Of Our Own Thought. We Create It Out Of Whole Cloth.

If One Class Of Society Is Obliged, In Order To Live, To Take Any Price For Its Services, While Another Can Abstain From Such Action Thanks To Resources At Its Disposal Which, However, Are Not Necessarily Due To Any Social Superiority, The Second Has An Unjust Advantage Over The First At Law. In Other Words, There Cannot Be Rich And Poor A Birth Without There Being Unjust Contracts.

It Is Not Human Nature Which Can Assign The Variable Limits Necessary To Our Needs. They Are Thus Unlimited So Far As They Depend On The Individual Alone. Irrespective Of Any External Regulatory Force, Our Capacity For Feeling Is In Itself An Insatiable And Bottomless Abyss.

There Is No Sociology Worthy Of The Name Which Does Not Possess A Historical Character.

One Does Not Advance When One Walks Toward No Goal, Or - Which Is The Same Thing - When His Goal Is Infinity.