"… To live with a tremendous and proud self-possession; always beyond —. To have and not have one’s emotions, one’s for and against, at will, to condescend to have them for a few hours; to seat oneself on them as on horses, often as on asses — for one has to know how to employ their stupidity as well as their fire. To keep one’s three hundred foregrounds; also one’s dark glasses: for there are instances where no one may look into our eyes, still less into our ‘grounds’. And to choose for company that cheerful and roguish vice, politeness. And to remain master of one’s four virtues, courage, insight, sympathy, and solitude. For solitude is with us a virtue: it is a sublime urge and inclination for cleanliness which divines that all contact between man and man — ‘in society’ — must inevitably be unclean. All community makes somehow, somewhere, sometime — ‘common’ …"