Our fighting and creative society ought rather to insist on the danger of everybody, on the fact that every man is hanging by a thread or clinging to a precipice.

To say that all will be well anyhow is a comprehensible remark: but it cannot be called the blast of a trumpet.

Europe ought rather to emphasise possible perdition; and Europe always has emphasised it.

Here its highest religion is at one with all its cheapest romances.

To the Buddhist or the eastern fatalist existence is a science or a plan, which must end up in a certain way.