We Have Wasted Our Spirit

We Could Hardly Believe That After So Many Ordeals, After All The Trials Of Modern Skepticism, There Was Still So Much Left In Our Souls To Destroy.

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.

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

Human Development Is A Form Of Chronological Unfairness, Since Late-comers Are Able To Profit By The Labors Of Their Predecessors Without Paying The Same Price.

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.