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The World as I See It
     How strange is the lot of us mortals! Each of us is here
for a brief sojourn; for what purpose be known not, though
he sometimes thinks he senses it.  But without deeper
reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other
people--first of all for those upon whose smiles and well-
being our own happiness is wholly dependent, and then for
the many, unknown to us, to whose destinies we are bound
by the ties of sympathy.  A hundred times every day I
remind myself that my inner and outer life 'are based on the
labors of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert
myself in order to give in the same measure as I have
received and am still receiving.  I am strongly drawn to a
fi-ugal life and am often oppressively aware that I am
engrossing an undue amount of the labor of my fellow-men.
 I regard class distinctions as unjustified and, in the last
resort, based on force.  I also believe that a simple and
unassuming life is good for everybody,  physically and
mentally.
     I do not at all believe in human freedom in the
philosophical sense. Everybody acts not only under
external compulsion but also in accordance with inner
necessity.  Schopenhauer's saying, "A man can do
what he wants, but not want what he wants," has been
a very real inspiration to me since my youth; it has been a
continual consolation in the face of life's hardships, my own
and others', and an unfailing well-spring of tolerance. This
realization mercififily mitigates the easily paralyzing sense of
responsibility and prevents us from taking ourselves and other
people all too seriously; it is conducive to a view of life
which, in particular, gives humor its due.
      To inquire after the meaning or object of one's own
existence or that of all creatures has always seemed to me
absurd from an objective point of view. And yet everybody
has certain ideals which determine the direction of his
endeavors and his judgments.  In this sense I have never
looked upon ease and happiness as ends in themselves--this
ethical basis I call the ideal of a pigsty. The ideals which
have lighted my way, and time after time have given
 me new courage to face life cheerfully, have been
Kindness, Beauty, and Truth.  Without the sense of
kinship with men of like mind, without the occupation with
the objective world, the eternally unattainable in the field of
art and scientific endeavors, life would have seemed to me
empty.  The trite objects of human efforts--possessions,
outward  success,  luxury--have  always  seemed  to  me
contemptible.