Man In A Word Has

In These Years We Are Witnessing The Gigantic Spectacle Of Innumerable Human Lives Wandering About Lost In Their Own Labyrinths, Through Not Having Anything To Which To Give Themselves.

The Common Man, Finding Himself In A World So Excellent, Technically And Socially, Believes It Has Been Produced By Nature, And Never Thinks Of The Personal Efforts Of Highly Endowed Individuals Which The Creation Of This New World Presupposed. Still Less Will He Admit The Notion That All These Facilities Still Require The Support Of Certain Difficult Human Virtues, The Least Failure Of Which Would Cause The Rapid Disappearance Of The Whole Magnificent Edifice.

One Age Cannot Be Completely Understood If All The Others Are Not Understood. The Song Of History Can Only Be Sung As A Whole.

I Have Never Said That Human Society Ought To Be Aristocratic, But A Great Deal More Than That. What I Have Said, And Still Believe With Ever-increasing Conviction, Is That Human Society Is Always, Whether It Will Or No, Aristocratic By Its Very Essence, To The Extreme That It Is A Society In The Measure That It Is Aristocratic, And Ceases To Be Such When It Ceases To Be Aristocratic. Of Course I Am Speaking Now Of Society And Not Of The State.

The Hunter Is The Alert Man. But This Itself-life As Complete Alertness-is The Attitude In Which The Animal Exists In The Jungle.