The Fanatic Is Not Really A Stickler

Rudeness Is The Weak Man's Limitation Of Strength.

There Is A Perfect Ant, A Perfect Bee, But Man Is Perpetually Unfinished...moreover, The Incurable Unfinishedness Keeps Man Perpetually Immature, Perpetually Capable Of Learning And Growing.

The Weakness Of A Soul Is Proportionate To The Number Of Truths That Must Be Kept From It.

The Ideal Of Self-advancement Which The Civilizing West Offers To Backward Populations Brings With It The Plague Of Individual Frustration. All The Advantages Brought By The West Are Ineffectual Substitutes For The Sheltering And Soothing Anonymity Of Communal Existence.

Only The Individual Who Has Come To Terms With His Self Can Have A Dispassionate Attitude Toward The World.