The Heart Of Man Does

The Most Radical Division That It Is Possible To Make Of Humanity Is That Which Splits It Into Two Classes Of Creatures: Those Who Make Great Demands On Themselves, Piling Up Difficulties And Duties; And Those Who Demand Nothing Special Of Themselves, But For Whom To Live Is To Be Every Moment What They Already Are, Without Imposing On Themselves Any Effort Towards Perfection, Mere Buoys That Float On The Waves.

Life Is A Terrible Conflict, A Grandiose And Atrocious Confluence. Hunting Submerges Man Deliberately In That Formidable Mystery And Therefore Contains Something Of Religious Rite And Emotion In Which Homage Is Paid To What Is Divine, Transcendent, And In The Laws Of Nature.

The Well Being Of Democracies Regardless Of Their Type And Status Is Dependent On One Small Technical Detail: The Right To Vote. Everything Else Is Secondary.

Beliefs Constitute The Basic Stratum, That Which Lies Deepest, In The Architecture Of Our Life. By Them We Live, And By The Same Token We Rarely Think Of Them.... One May Symbolize The Individual Life As A Bank Of Issue. The Bank Lives On The Credit Of A Gold Reserve Which Is Rarely Seen, Which Lies At The Bottom Of Metal Coffers Hidden In The Vaults Of The Building. The Most Elementary Caution Will Suggest That From Time To Time The Effective Condition Of These Guaranties--of These Credences, One Might Say, That Are The Basis Of Credit--be Passed In Review.

Man's Being Is Made Of Such Strange Stuff As To Be Partly Akin To Nature And Partly Not, At Once Natural And Extranatural, A Kind Of Ontological Centaur, Half Immersed In Nature, Half Transcending It.