EMERSON'S "SELF-RELIANCE": EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF
Ralph Waldo Emerson’s classic 1841 essay “Self-Reliance” is universally cited by authorities in the field of American Studies as one of the key cornerstones of the American character. That's why I wrote an earlier version of this essay in April 1975 for a
“Self-Reliance”’s influential philosophy links a huge number of figures in American life, from Melville’s Ahab and Bartleby the Scrivener to, in our own day, Ronald Reagan and George W. Bush. Were he to hear Emerson’s famous pronouncement, “A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds,” what would Bush do but laugh heartily in approval?
Before I begin my essay, I’m presenting a series of the most notable quotes from “Self-Reliance” (illustrated, as usual, with photos), and at the conclusion of this essay, I’m reproducing the text of “Self-Reliance” itself, so you can read for yourself what I’m talking about. See if you agree with my stance.
As Jack Ruby asked Chief Justice Earl Warren during the Warren Commission hearings: “Do I sound dramatic? Off the beam?”
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Cast the bantling on the rocks,
Suckle him with the she-wolf's teat;
Wintered with the hawk and fox,
Power and speed be hands and feet.
- To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men, — that is genius.
- Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events. Great men have always done so, and confided themselves childlike to the genius of their age, betraying their perception that the absolutely trustworthy was seated at their heart, working through their hands, predominating in all their being.
- And we are now men, and must accept in the highest mind the same transcendent destiny; and not minors and invalids in a protected corner, not cowards fleeing before a revolution, but guides, redeemers, and benefactors, obeying the Almighty effort, and advancing on Chaos and the Dark.
- Society everywhere is in conspiracy against the manhood of every one of its members. Society is a joint-stock company, in which the members agree, for the better securing of his bread to each shareholder, to surrender the liberty and culture of the eater.
- Whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist. He who would gather immortal palms must not be hindered by the name of goodness, but must explore if it be goodness. Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind. Absolve you to yourself, and you shall have the suffrage of the world.
- No law can be sacred to me but that of my nature. Good and bad are but names very readily transferable to that or this; the only right is what is after my constitution, the only wrong what is against it.
- If an angry bigot assumes this bountiful cause of Abolition, and comes to me with his last news from Barbadoes, why should I not say to him, “Go love thy infant; love thy wood-chopper: be good-natured and modest: have that grace; and never varnish your hard, uncharitable ambition with this incredible tenderness for black folk a thousand miles off. Thy love afar is spite at home.” Rough and graceless would be such greeting, but truth is handsomer than the affectation of love.
- Then, again, do not tell me, as a good man did to-day, of my obligation to put all poor men in good situations. Are they my poor? I tell thee, thou foolish philanthropist, that I grudge the dollar, the dime, the cent, I give to such men as do not belong to me and to whom I do not belong.
- It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.
- A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall. Speak what you think now in hard words, and to-morrow speak what to-morrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said to-day.
- What makes the majesty of the heroes of the senate and the field, which so fills the imagination? The consciousness of a train of great days and victories behind.
- If we cannot at once rise to the sanctities of obedience and faith, let us at least resist our temptations; let us enter into the state of war, and wake Thor and Woden, courage and constancy, in our Saxon breasts.
- The populace think that your rejection of popular standards is a rejection of all standard, and mere antinomianism; and the bold sensualist will use the name of philosophy to gild his crimes.
- And truly it demands something godlike in him who has cast off the common motives of humanity, and has ventured to trust himself for a taskmaster. High be his heart, faithful his will, clear his sight, that he may in good earnest be doctrine, society, law, to himself, that a simple purpose may be to him as strong as iron necessity is to others!
- Our age yields no great and perfect persons. We want men and women who shall renovate life and our social state, but we see that most natures are insolvent, cannot satisfy their own wants, have an ambition out of all proportion to their practical force, and do lean and beg day and night continually.
- Welcome evermore to gods and men is the self-helping man. For him all doors are flung wide: him all tongues greet, all honors crown, all eyes follow with desire. Our love goes out to him and embraces him, because he did not need it.
- Nothing can bring you peace but yourself. Nothing can bring you peace but the triumph of principles.
A CRITIQUE OF EMERSON'S "SELF-RELIANCE": EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF
As the intellectual leader of Jacksonian America, Ralph Waldo Emerson was the godfather of the emerging American self, and his influence on American intellectual history cannot be understated. His milestone essay “Self-Reliance” is universally recognized as one of the cornerstones of the foundation of the American character.
In "Self-Reliance," Emerson sought to forge a philosophy to teach the citizens of a newly-freed nation to be independent. He preached self-reliance for the same reason he discouraged Americans from traveling abroad (1): Americans’ impulse to abandon the past (embodied by
It is difficult to criticize the thought of a man who stated openly: "Speak what you think now in hard words and to-morrow speak what tomorrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said today." He added, "Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and
Man is his own star; and the soul that can
Render an honest and perfect man
Commands all light, all influence, all fate. (4)
Cast the bantling on the rocks,
Suckle him with the she-wolf's teat,
Wintered with the hawk and fox,
Power and speed be hands and feet. (5)
These two strains of thought, the transcendence of the will and social Darwinism, dominate “Self-Reliance.”
Emerson hopes that through the power of the will, the individual can transcend his present state of being and achieve one of higher integrity and truth. He is aware of the real state of human nature in his society, but he refuses to accept it.
Our age yields no great and perfect persons. We want men and women who shall renovate life and our social state, but we see that most natures are insolvent, cannot satisfy their own wants, have an ambition out of all proportion to their practical force and do lean and beg day and night continually. (6)
To him a palace, a statue, or a costly book have an alien and forboding air, much like a gay equipage, and seem to say like that, "Who are you, Sir?" Yet they all are his, suitors for his notice, petitioners to his faculties that they will come out and take possession. (7)
He does not realize that perhaps such failure is crushing because the competitor's expectations are unrealistic. In Emerson's eyes, these people just lack spunk.
Not surprisingly, his ideals are self-reliant men who radiate confidence. "Familiar as the voice of the mind is to each, the highest merit we ascribe to Moses, Plato and
When good is near you, when you have life in yourself, it is not by any known or accustomed way.,.. The soul raised over passion beholds identity and eternal causation, perceives the self-existence of Truth and Right, and calms itself with knowing that all things go well...
The danger of Emerson's self-reliance is that its mystical exultation exhilarates the self, causing one to believe "all things go well" and thus denying a tragic view of life; plunges one into the present moment to the exclusion of the experience learned from the past and the possibilities inherent in the future; and worst of all, institutes moral relativism. Here transcendence joins social Darwinism, for as one comes to believe that, "No law can be sacred to me but that of my nature," (13) one becomes like the imaginary willful little boy (Tom Sawyer?) whom Emerson praises as an ideal of independence: "He cumbers himself never about consequences, about interests; he gives an independent, genuine verdict. You must court him; he does not court you." (14)
Then again, do not tell me, as a good man did to-day, of my obligation to put all poor men in good situations. Are they my poor? I tell thee, thou foolish philanthropist, that I grudge the dollar, the dime, the cent I give to such men as do not belong to me and to whom I do not belong. (15)
When dealing with human suffering, Emerson asks us to follow this dictum:
Discontent is the want of self-reliance; it is infirmity of will. Regret calamities if you can thereby help the sufferer; if not, attend your own work and already the evil begins to be repaired. Our sympathy is just as base. We come to them who weep foolishly and sit down and cry for company, instead of imparting to them truth and health in rough electric shocks, putting them once more in communication with their own reason. (16)
"For every Stoic was a Stoic; but in Christendom where is the Christian?" (17) asks Emerson. The answer is, Certainly not in Emerson, who apparently has forgotten Christian charity and that we are all our brother's keeper. His self-reliance is now revealed to be naked self-interest, to the exclusion of the needs of all others. Such a philosophy will produce situations such as Melville described in his short story, "Bartleby the Scrivener," where a sensitive young man withdraws completely from the world, eventually starving himself to death, because no one cares; in fact, the above passage ("Discontent...") could well have been voiced by the lawyer who is responsible for Bartleby's fate. (See my essay "Bartleby the Scrivener: Who Cares?")
Live no longer to the expectations of these deceived and deceiving people with whom we converse. Say to them, "O father, O mother, O wife, O brother, O friend, I have lived with you after-appearances hitherto. Henceforward I am the truth's..... I must be myself. I cannot break myself any longer for you, or you.... If you are noble, I will love you; if not, I will not hurt you and myself with hypocritical attentions. If you are true, but not in the same truth as with me, cleave to your companions; I will seek my own.” (20)
Society everywhere is in conspiracy against the manhood of its members. Society is a joint-stock company, in which the members agree, for the better securing of his bread to each shareholder, to surrender the liberty and culture of the eater. The virtue in most request is conformity. Self-reliance is its aversion. (21)
Emerson is quite aware he’s rejecting the idea of the social contract here. He proposes a community (whether it could be called a society is questionable) comprised of individuals seeking only their own interests and never considering that of the body politic; he seems to ignore that all societies, merely to function, must impose a certain amount of conformity in the form of consensus.
If he was unaware of the consequences of such a social arrangement, then we certainly are aware, for we are its inheritors. The outcome is a fragmented society of alienated individuals pursuing their own ends solely, crushed by failure and often left unsatisfied by success.
The populace think that your rejection of popular standards is a rejection of all standards, and mere antinomianism; and the bold sensualist will use the name of philosophy to gild his crimes.
But the law of consciousness abides.... I have my own stern claims and perfect circle. It denies the name of duty to many offices that are called duties. But if I can discharge its debts it enables me to dispense with the popular code. If any one imagines that this law is lax, let him keep its commandment one day.
And truly it demands something godlike in him who has cast off the common motives of humanity and has ventured to trust himself for a taskmaster. High be his heart, faithful his will, clear his sight, that he may in good earnest be doctrine, society, law, to himself, that a simple purpose may be to him as strong as iron necessity is to others! (22)
No doubt Emerson was sincere; this critique assumes that; but the folly of his assumptions is plain. His is a Romantic view of human nature, and totally unrealistic. He believes that man, a vessel of frailty, illusion, and irrationality, can be entrusted with the responsibility of godhood. What man has the right to assert that he possesses "something godlike in him"? What man can claim of himself that "High be his heart, faithful his will, clear his sight"? Most of all, what man is equipped to be a "law, to himself"?
The consequences of the self-reliance Emerson presents have been disastrous. Socially and economically, Americans are obligated to establish their self-worth purely on the merits of their financial success and worldly fame, resulting in our desperate drive toward competition—and corruption—and coupled with this fact, this impulse toward independence has left Americans stranded in spiritual isolation.
The brilliant American character actor Edward Andrews played George Babbitt in Elmer Gantry (1960), directed by Richard Brooks and starring Burt Lancaster. If only Andrews had been able to star in a film adaptation of Babbitt itself! What masterpieces have eluded us! (Imagine Marlon Brando as Jake Barnes in a 1955 production of The Sun Also Rises. Or as Jay Gatsby.)
Emerson concludes "Self-Reliance' by admonishing us to ignore the role of Fortune, or personal tragedy, in our lives, by simply imposing our will hard enough; without the aid of others, he tells us, we can determine the direction of our lives.
Nothing else matters. "Nothing can bring you peace but yourself," he says. "Nothing can bring you peace but the triumph of principles." (24) Unfortunately, the principles of self-reliance are empty and their peace, barren.
Paul Newman as Hud (1963), an amoral, brutal, selfish Texas rancher and a classic Emersonian "self-reliant" individual--a riveting portrayal of the birth of the new American fuck-youism, which started with Goldwater, changed into Reagan, and then mutated into George W. Bush
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ENDNOTES
- Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Self-Reliance," The Selected Writings of Ralph Waldo Emerson (New York, 1950), p. 164.
- Ibid., p. 152.
- Ibid.
- Ibid., p. 145.
- Ibid.
- Ibid., p. 161
- Ibid., p. 145.
- Ibid., p. 153.
- Ibid., p. 154.
- Ibid., p. 154.
- Ibid. p. 159.
- Ibid., p. 158.
- Ibid., p. 148.
- Ibid., p. 146.
- Ibid., 149.
- Ibid., p. 163.
- Ibid., p. 167.
- Melville includes a passage in "Bartleby" describing the lawyer’s ruminations on Bartleby that nearly matches the sixteenth quotation of this paper from Emerson, sentiment for sentiment: "My first emotions had been those of pure melancholy and sincerest pity; but just in proportion as the forlornness of Bartleby grew and grew in my imagination, did the same melancholy merge into fear, that pity into revulsion. So true it is, and so terrible, too, that up to a certain point the thought or sight of misery enlists our best affections; but, in certain special cases, beyond that point it does not. They err who would assert that invariably this is owing to the inherent selfishness of the human heart. It rather proceeds from a certain hopelessness of remedying excessive and organic ill. To a sensitive being, pity is not seldom pain. And when at last it is perceived that such pity cannot lead to eventual succor, common sense bids the soul be rid of it. What I saw that morning persuaded me that the scrivener was the victim of innate and incurable disorder. I might give alms to his body; but his body did not pain him; it was his soul that suffered, and his soul I could not reach." Herman Melville, "Bartleby the Scrivener," The Portable Melville (New York, 1952), pp. 488-9. The similarities between the two passages are so striking that one wonders whether Melville is not consciously commenting on "Self-Reliance." However, it is entirely possible that Melville, as perceptive as he was, was merely commenting on the very same self-reliant mindset that he had perceived in his society.
- Emerson, p. 163.
- Ibid., p. 160.
- Ibid., p. 148.
- Ibid., p. 161.
- Sinclair Lewis. Babbitt (New York, 1950), p. 188.
- Emerson, p. 169.
BIBLIOGRAPHY
Emerson, Ralph Waldo. "Self-Reliance." The Selected Writings of Ralph Waldo Emerson, ed. by Brooks Atkinson.
Lewis, Sinclair. Babbitt.
Melville, Herman. "Bartleby the Scrivener.” The Portable Melville, ed. by Jay Leyda.
Like Henry David Thoreau, Walt Whitman was greatly influenced by Emerson. Yet he infuriated Emerson by quoting the sage of Concord's private praise of Leaves of Grass on the flyleaf without his permission. Melville was simply horrified by Emerson. See his short story "Bartleby the Scrivener" and his modernist novel masterpiece The Confidence-Man
Self-Reliance
from Essays: First Series (1841)
"Ne te quaesiveris extra."
"Man is his own star; and the soul that can
Render an honest and a perfect man,
Commands all light, all influence, all fate;
Nothing to him falls early or too late.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still."
Epilogue to
Cast the bantling on the rocks,
Suckle him with the she-wolf's teat;
Wintered with the hawk and fox,
Power and speed be hands and feet.
ESSAY II Self-Reliance
To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men, — that is genius.
Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events. Great men have always done so, and confided themselves childlike to the genius of their age, betraying their perception that the absolutely trustworthy was seated at their heart, working through their hands, predominating in all their being.
And we are now men, and must accept in the highest mind the same transcendent destiny; and not minors and invalids in a protected corner, not cowards fleeing before a revolution, but guides, redeemers, and benefactors, obeying the Almighty effort, and advancing on Chaos and the Dark.
Society everywhere is in conspiracy against the manhood of every one of its members. Society is a joint-stock company, in which the members agree, for the better securing of his bread to each shareholder, to surrender the liberty and culture of the eater.
Whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist. He who would gather immortal palms must not be hindered by the name of goodness, but must explore if it be goodness. Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind. Absolve you to yourself, and you shall have the suffrage of the world.
No law can be sacred to me but that of my nature. Good and bad are but names very readily transferable to that or this; the only right is what is after my constitution, the only wrong what is against it.
If an angry bigot assumes this bountiful cause of Abolition, and comes to me with his last news from Barbadoes, why should I not say to him, 'Go love thy infant; love thy wood-chopper: be good-natured and modest: have that grace; and never varnish your hard, uncharitable ambition with this incredible tenderness for black folk a thousand miles off. Thy love afar is spite at home.' Rough and graceless would be such greeting, but truth is handsomer than the affectation of love.
Then, again, do not tell me, as a good man did to-day, of my obligation to put all poor men in good situations. Are they my poor? I tell thee, thou foolish philanthropist, that I grudge the dollar, the dime, the cent, I give to such men as do not belong to me and to whom I do not belong.
It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.
A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall. Speak what you think now in hard words, and to-morrow speak what to-morrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said to-day.
What makes the majesty of the heroes of the senate and the field, which so fills the imagination? The consciousness of a train of great days and victories behind.
If we cannot at once rise to the sanctities of obedience and faith, let us at least resist our temptations; let us enter into the state of war, and wake Thor and Woden, courage and constancy, in our Saxon breasts.
The populace think that your rejection of popular standards is a rejection of all standard, and mere antinomianism; and the bold sensualist will use the name of philosophy to gild his crimes.
And truly it demands something godlike in him who has cast off the common motives of humanity, and has ventured to trust himself for a taskmaster. High be his heart, faithful his will, clear his sight, that he may in good earnest be doctrine, society, law, to himself, that a simple purpose may be to him as strong as iron necessity is to others!
If any man consider the present aspects of what is called by distinction society, he will see the need of these ethics. The sinew and heart of man seem to be drawn out, and we are become timorous, desponding whimperers. We are afraid of truth, afraid of fortune, afraid of death, and afraid of each other. Our age yields no great and perfect persons. We want men and women who shall renovate life and our social state, but we see that most natures are insolvent, cannot satisfy their own wants, have an ambition out of all proportion to their practical force, and do lean and beg day and night continually. Our housekeeping is mendicant, our arts, our occupations, our marriages, our religion, we have not chosen, but society has chosen for us. We are parlour soldiers. We shun the rugged battle of fate, where strength is born.
If our young men miscarry in their first enterprises, they lose all heart. If the young merchant fails, men say he is ruined. If the finest genius studies at one of our colleges, and is not installed in an office within one year afterwards in the cities or suburbs of
It is easy to see that a greater self-reliance must work a revolution in all the offices and relations of men; in their religion; in their education; in their pursuits; their modes of living; their association; in their property; in their speculative views.
1. In what prayers do men allow themselves! That which they call a holy office is not so much as brave and manly. Prayer looks abroad and asks for some foreign addition to come through some foreign virtue, and loses itself in endless mazes of natural and supernatural, and mediatorial and miraculous. Prayer that craves a particular commodity, — any thing less than all good, — is vicious. Prayer is the contemplation of the facts of life from the highest point of view. It is the soliloquy of a beholding and jubilant soul. It is the spirit of God pronouncing his works good. But prayer as a means to effect a private end is meanness and theft. It supposes dualism and not unity in nature and consciousness. As soon as the man is at one with God, he will not beg. He will then see prayer in all action. The prayer of the farmer kneeling in his field to weed it, the prayer of the rower kneeling with the stroke of his oar, are true prayers heard throughout nature, though for cheap ends. Caratach, in Fletcher's Bonduca, when admonished to inquire the mind of the god Audate, replies, —
"His hidden meaning lies in our endeavours;
Our valors are our best gods."
Another sort of false prayers are our regrets. Discontent is the want of self-reliance: it is infirmity of will. Regret calamities, if you can thereby help the sufferer; if not, attend your own work, and already the evil begins to be repaired. Our sympathy is just as base. We come to them who weep foolishly, and sit down and cry for company, instead of imparting to them truth and health in rough electric shocks, putting them once more in communication with their own reason. The secret of fortune is joy in our hands. Welcome evermore to gods and men is the self-helping man. For him all doors are flung wide: him all tongues greet, all honors crown, all eyes follow with desire. Our love goes out to him and embraces him, because he did not need it. We solicitously and apologetically caress and celebrate him, because he held on his way and scorned our disapprobation. The gods love him because men hated him. "To the persevering mortal," said Zoroaster, "the blessed Immortals are swift."
As men's prayers are a disease of the will, so are their creeds a disease of the intellect. They say with those foolish Israelites, 'Let not God speak to us, lest we die. Speak thou, speak any man with us, and we will obey.' Everywhere I am hindered of meeting God in my brother, because he has shut his own temple doors, and recites fables merely of his brother's, or his brother's brother's God. Every new mind is a new classification. If it prove a mind of uncommon activity and power, a Locke, a Lavoisier, a Hutton, a Bentham, a Fourier, it imposes its classification on other men, and lo! a new system. In proportion to the depth of the thought, and so to the number of the objects it touches and brings within reach of the pupil, is his complacency. But chiefly is this apparent in creeds and churches, which are also classifications of some powerful mind acting on the elemental thought of duty, and man's relation to the Highest. Such is Calvinism, Quakerism, Swedenborgism. The pupil takes the same delight in subordinating every thing to the new terminology, as a girl who has just learned botany in seeing a new earth and new seasons thereby. It will happen for a time, that the pupil will find his intellectual power has grown by the study of his master's mind. But in all unbalanced minds, the classification is idolized, passes for the end, and not for a speedily exhaustible means, so that the walls of the system blend to their eye in the remote horizon with the walls of the universe; the luminaries of heaven seem to them hung on the arch their master built. They cannot imagine how you aliens have any right to see, — how you can see; 'It must be somehow that you stole the light from us.' They do not yet perceive, that light, unsystematic, indomitable, will break into any cabin, even into theirs. Let them chirp awhile and call it their own. If they are honest and do well, presently their neat new pinfold will be too strait and low, will crack, will lean, will rot and vanish, and the immortal light, all young and joyful, million-orbed, million-colored, will beam over the universe as on the first morning.
2. It is for want of self-culture that the superstition of Travelling, whose idols are
I have no churlish objection to the circumnavigation of the globe, for the purposes of art, of study, and benevolence, so that the man is first domesticated, or does not go abroad with the hope of finding somewhat greater than he knows. He who travels to be amused, or to get somewhat which he does not carry, travels away from himself, and grows old even in youth among old things. In
Travelling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places. At home I dream that at
3. But the rage of travelling is a symptom of a deeper unsoundness affecting the whole intellectual action. The intellect is vagabond, and our system of education fosters restlessness. Our minds travel when our bodies are forced to stay at home. We imitate; and what is imitation but the travelling of the mind? Our houses are built with foreign taste; our shelves are garnished with foreign ornaments; our opinions, our tastes, our faculties, lean, and follow the Past and the Distant. The soul created the arts wherever they have flourished. It was in his own mind that the artist sought his model. It was an application of his own thought to the thing to be done and the conditions to be observed. And why need we copy the Doric or the Gothic model? Beauty, convenience, grandeur of thought, and quaint expression are as near to us as to any, and if the American artist will study with hope and love the precise thing to be done by him, considering the climate, the soil, the length of the day, the wants of the people, the habit and form of the government, he will create a house in which all these will find themselves fitted, and taste and sentiment will be satisfied also.
Insist on yourself; never imitate. Your own gift you can present every moment with the cumulative force of a whole life's cultivation; but of the adopted talent of another, you have only an extemporaneous, half possession. That which each can do best, none but his Maker can teach him. No man yet knows what it is, nor can, till that person has exhibited it. Where is the master who could have taught Shakspeare? Where is the master who could have instructed
4. As our Religion, our Education, our Art look abroad, so does our spirit of society. All men plume themselves on the improvement of society, and no man improves.
Society never advances. It recedes as fast on one side as it gains on the other. It undergoes continual changes; it is barbarous, it is civilized, it is christianized, it is rich, it is scientific; but this change is not amelioration. For every thing that is given, something is taken. Society acquires new arts, and loses old instincts. What a contrast between the well-clad, reading, writing, thinking American, with a watch, a pencil, and a bill of exchange in his pocket, and the naked New Zealander, whose property is a club, a spear, a mat, and an undivided twentieth of a shed to sleep under! But compare the health of the two men, and you shall see that the white man has lost his aboriginal strength. If the traveller tell us truly, strike the savage with a broad axe, and in a day or two the flesh shall unite and heal as if you struck the blow into soft pitch, and the same blow shall send the white to his grave.
The civilized man has built a coach, but has lost the use of his feet. He is supported on crutches, but lacks so much support of muscle. He has a fine
There is no more deviation in the moral standard than in the standard of height or bulk. No greater men are now than ever were. A singular equality may be observed between the great men of the first and of the last ages; nor can all the science, art, religion, and philosophy of the nineteenth century avail to educate greater men than Plutarch's heroes, three or four and twenty centuries ago. Not in time is the race progressive. Phocion, Socrates, Anaxagoras, Diogenes, are great men, but they leave no class. He who is really of their class will not be called by their name, but will be his own man, and, in his turn, the founder of a sect. The arts and inventions of each period are only its costume, and do not invigorate men. The harm of the improved machinery may compensate its good. Hudson and Behring accomplished so much in their fishing-boats, as to astonish Parry and Franklin, whose equipment exhausted the resources of science and art. Galileo, with an opera-glass, discovered a more splendid series of celestial phenomena than any one since.
Society is a wave. The wave moves onward, but the water of which it is composed does not. The same particle does not rise from the valley to the ridge. Its unity is only phenomenal. The persons who make up a nation to-day, next year die, and their experience with them.
And so the reliance on Property, including the reliance on governments which protect it, is the want of self-reliance. Men have looked away from themselves and at things so long, that they have come to esteem the religious, learned, and civil institutions as guards of property, and they deprecate assaults on these, because they feel them to be assaults on property. They measure their esteem of each other by what each has, and not by what each is. But a cultivated man becomes ashamed of his property, out of new respect for his nature. Especially he hates what he has, if he see that it is accidental, — came to him by inheritance, or gift, or crime; then he feels that it is not having; it does not belong to him, has no root in him, and merely lies there, because no revolution or no robber takes it away. But that which a man is does always by necessity acquire, and what the man acquires is living property, which does not wait the beck of rulers, or mobs, or revolutions, or fire, or storm, or bankruptcies, but perpetually renews itself wherever the man breathes. "Thy lot or portion of life," said the Caliph Ali, "is seeking after thee; therefore be at rest from seeking after it." Our dependence on these foreign goods leads us to our slavish respect for numbers. The political parties meet in numerous conventions; the greater the concourse, and with each new uproar of announcement, The delegation from
So use all that is called Fortune. Most men gamble with her, and gain all, and lose all, as her wheel rolls. But do thou leave as unlawful these winnings, and deal with Cause and Effect, the chancellors of God. In the Will work and acquire, and thou hast chained the wheel of Chance, and shalt sit hereafter out of fear from her rotations. A political victory, a rise of rents, the recovery of your sick, or the return of your absent friend, or some other favorable event, raises your spirits, and you think good days are preparing for you. Do not believe it. Nothing can bring you peace but yourself. Nothing can bring you peace but the triumph of principles.