he other end remains in the thrower's bag. Or rather it is
a harpoon hurled at the whale, unwinding, as it flies, a coil of cord in
the boat, and, if the harpoon is not good, or not well thrown, it will
go nigh to cut the steersman in twain or to sink the boat.

You cannot do wrong without suffering wrong. "No man had ever a point
of pride that was not injurious to him," said Burke. The exclusive in
fashionable life does not see that he excludes himself from enjoyment,
in the attempt to appropriate it. The exclusionist in religion does not
see that he shuts the door of heaven on himself, in striving to shut out
others. Treat men as pawns and ninepins and you shall suffer as well as
they. If you leave out their heart, you shall lose your own. The senses
would make things of all persons; of women, of children, of the poor.
The vulgar proverb, "I will get it from his purse or get it from his
skin," is sound philosophy.

All infractions of love and equity in our social relations are speedily
punished. They are punished by fear. Whilst I stand in simple relations
to my fellow-man, I have no displeasure in meeting him. We meet as water
meets water, or as two currents of air mix, with perfect diffusion and
interpenetration of nature. But as soon as there is any departure from
simplicity, and attempt at halfness, or good for me that is not good for
him, my neighbor feels the wrong; he shrinks from me as far as I have
shrunk from him; his eyes no longer seek mine; there is war between us;
there is hate in him and fear in me.

All the old abuses in society, universal and particular, all unjust
accumulations of property and power, are avenged in the same manner.
Fear is an instructor of great sagacity and the herald of all
revolutions. One thing he teaches, that there is rottenness where he
appears. He is a carrion crow, and though you see not well what he
hovers for, there is death somewhere. Our property is timid, our laws
are timid, our cultivated classes are timid. Fear for ages has boded and
mowed and gibbered over government and property. That obscene bird is
not there for nothing. He indicates great wrongs which must be revised.

Of the like nature is that expectation of change which instantly follows
the suspension of our voluntary activity. The terror of cloudless noon,
the emerald of Polycrates, the awe of prosperity, the instinct
which leads every generous soul to impose on itself tasks of a noble
asceticism and vica