The man whose whole activity is diverted to inner meditation becomes insensible to all his surroundings. If he loves, it is not to give himself, to blend in fecund union with another being, but to meditate on his love. His passions are mere appearances, being sterile. They are dissipated in futile imaginings, producing nothing external to themselves.
EMILE DURKHEIM, Suicide
Socialism is not a science, a sociology in miniature: it is a cry of pain.
ÉMILE DURKHEIM, Le socialisme
Too cheerful a morality is a loose morality; it is appropriate only to decadent peoples and is found only among them.