History Is The Autobiography Of

You Can No More Bridle Passions With Logic Than You Can Justify Them In The Law Courts. Passions Are Facts And Not Dogmas.

History Knocks At A Thousand Gates At Every Moment, And The Gatekeeper Is Chance. We Shout Into The Mist For This One Or That One To Be Opened For Us, But Through Every Gate Are A Thousand More. We Need Wit And Courage To Make Our Way While Our Way Is Making Us.

The Death Of The Contemporary Forms Of Social Order Ought To Gladden Rather Than Trouble The Soul. Yet What Is Frightening Is That The Departing World Leaves Behind It Not An Heir, But A Pregnant Widow. Between The Death Of The One And The Birth Of The Other, Much Water Will Flow By, A Long Night Of Chaos And Desolation Will Pass.

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.

Never Was Catholicism, Never Were The Ideas Of Chivalry, Impressed On Men So Deeply, So Multifariously, As The Bourgeois Ideas.