The Intellectuals' Chief Cause Of Anguish Are

History, Like A Vast River, Propels Logs, Vegetation, Rafts, And Debris; It Is Full Of Live And Dead Things, Some Destined For Resurrection; It Mingles Many Waters And Holds In Solution Invisible Substances Stolen From Distant Soils.

On The One Hand, Society Needs A Common Faith And Vigorous Institutions With The Power To Coerce; And On The Other, The Individual As A Human Soul Or As The Bearer Of A New And Possibly Saving Heresy, Must Be Free. It Is Difficult Enough To Reconcile These Two Needs, But The Problem Holds Another Hazard: The Need Of Action Under The Pressure Of Time.

Finding Oneself Was A Misnomer; A Self Is Not Found But Made.

When People Accept Futility And The Absurd As Normal, The Culture Is Decadent.

Since In Every European Country Between 1870 And 1914 There Was A War Party Demanding Armaments, An Individualist Party Demanding Ruthless Competition, An Imperialist Party Demanding A Free Hand Over Backward Peoples, A Socialist Party Demanding The Conquest Of Power And A Racialist Party Demanding Internal Purges Against Aliens - All Of Them, When Appeals To Greed And Glory Failed, Invoked Spencer And Darwin, Which Was To Say Science Incarnate.