Justice and judgment lie often a world apart.
A modest dose of self-love is entirely healthy – who would want to live in a world where everyone hated themselves? But taken too far, it soon becomes poisonous.
One of the things that has made America exceptional – compared to other crisis-prone and class-conflicted countries – is that it has long enjoyed a benefit no other modern nation in the world could claim: the ability to engage in ceaseless, endless movement outward.
Walt Whitman is the only great modern poet who does not seem to experience discord when he faces his world. Not even solitude – his monologue is a universal chorus.
The fabled musk deer searches the world over for the source of the scent which comes from itself.
The poet is on the side of undeceiving the world.
No man lives without jostling and being jostled; in all ways he has to elbow himself through the world, giving and receiving offence.
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man’s own eyes when they look upon his own person.
The theoretical understanding of the world, which is the aim of philosophy, is not a matter of great practical importance to animals, or to savages, or even to most civilised men.