Man goes into the noisy crowd
to drown his own clamour of
silence.
Man is immortal; therefore he must
die endlessly.
For life is a creative idea;
it can only find itself in changing
forms.
Man's abiding happiness is not in
getting anything
but in giving himself up to what is
greater than himself,
to ideas which are larger than his
individual life,
the idea of his country,
of humanity,
of God.
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