would fain give it of her strength. Truly they who know still know
nothing if the strength of love be not theirs; for the true sage is
not he who sees, but he who, seeing the furthest, has the deepest
love for mankind. He who sees without loving is only straining his
eyes in the darkness.

14. We are told that the famous tragedies show us the struggle of
man against Fate. I believe, on the contrary, that scarcely a drama
exists wherein fatality truly does reign. Search as I may, I cannot
find one which exhibits the hero in conflict with destiny pure and
simple. For indeed it is never destiny that he attacks; it is with
wisdom he is always at war. Real fatality exists only in certain
external disasters-as disease, accident, the sudden death of those
we love; but INNER FATALITY there is none. Wisdom has will power
sufficient to rectify all that does not deal death to the body; it
will even at times invade the narrow domain of external fatality. It
is true that we must have amassed considerable and patient treasure
within us for this will power to find the resources it needs.

15. The statue of destiny casts a huge shadow over the valley, which
it seems to enshroud in gloom; but this shadow has clearest outline
for such as look down from the mountain. We are born, it may be,
with the shadow upon us; but to many men is it granted to emerge
from beneath it; and even though infirmity or weakness keep us, till
death, confined in these sombre regions, still we can fly thence at
times on the wings of our hopes and our thoughts. There may well be
some few over whom Fate exerts a more tyrannous power, by virtue of
instinct, heredity and other laws more relentless still, more
profound and obscure; but even when we writhe beneath unmerited,
crushing misfortune; even when fortune compels us to do the thing we