In the holy solipsism of the young Now I can't walk thru a city street w<br>out eying each single pedestrian. I feel thier vibe thru my skin, the hair on my neck --- it rises.
There is no peace and no rest in the development of material interests. They have their law, and their justice. But it is founded on expediency, and is inhuman; it is without rectitude, without the continuity and the force that can be found only in a moral principle.