The end
of getting up in the morning, as Goethe says, is getting up.
We are always searching for something extraordinary which shall give
life its pleasure and value. The extraordinary must be contributed
by our own minds and feelings.
The real object in any human being of my love and worship is that
which is not in any table of virtues, nor can I in any way describe
it: it is something which perpetually escapes, which is not to be
found in anything said or done.
It is a common mistake to demand a definition of that which can have
none. We loosely cover a mass of phenomena which are diverse with a
single word. For example, we puzzle over a definition of life, but
there is no such thing as life in the sense of a single, distinct
entity.
Religion has done harm by assigning an artificial urgency to
insoluble problems. We are all told that we must be certain on
matters concerning which the wisest man is ignorant. When we begin
to reflect and to doubt, the urgency unhappily remains and we are
distressed.
I know a man who had to encounter three successive trials of all the
courage and inventive faculty in him.
Pages:
195
196
197
198
199
200
201
202
203
204
205
206
207
208
209
210
211
212
213
214
215
216
217
218
219