He demurred to the proposition that while the function of Ethics is to instruct, that of Art is to delight. "I hold," he writes, "that Art's duty is to instruct as much as, if not more than, that of Ethics. Art to be great must elevate and edify." Hudson wrote: "The common view that the primitive ages of the world were ages of colossal individualism is grotesquely unhistorical; they were, on the contrary, ages in which group-life and group-consciousness were in the ascendant." "Quite true," notes Paul. "See Maine's 'Ancient Law,' where he points out that ancient history has nothing to do with the individual but only with groups." Another annotated book is Maeterlinck's "Wisdom and Destiny." To Maeterlinck's remark, "It is often of better avail from the start to seek that which is highest," he adds: "Always, not often." He heartily subscribed to Maeterlinck's doctrine that our attitude to life ought to be one of "gladsome, enlightened acceptance, not a hostile, gloomy submission." His philosophy of life was expressed in that beautiful passage in Carlyle's essay on "Characteristics": Here on earth we are as soldiers fighting in a foreign land; that understand not the plan of the campaign and have no need to understand it; seeing well what is at our hand to be done, let us do it like soldiers, with submission, with courage, with a heroic joy. "Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with all thy might." Behind us, behind each one of us, lie 6,000 years of human effort, human conquest. Before us is the boundless Time, with its as yet uncreated and unconquered continents and Eldorados, which we, even we, have to conquer, to create; and from the bosom of Eternity there shine for us celestial guiding stars. My inheritance, how wide and fair! Time is my fair seed-field, of Time I'm heir. The ethical side of Paul's character is reflected in the appended quotations from some of his essays: Sacrifice is always the lot of the divine man. What is "to do good"? It is to think of other people. Joy only comes to Faust when at last he is labouring for others. As Wolsey puts it in _Henry VIII_: "Love thyself last," and "bear peace in thy right hand." The Epicurean idea is vile and detestable. If everyone thinks only of his own indulgence, how can the wherewithal for that indulgence be forthcoming? What is the use of man having all his glorious gifts of character and intellect if he does not use them? Why is man made so different from the animals if he is to be the mere slave of his passions? Stoicism finally degenerates into mere pessimism. The great defect of Puritanism was its hostility to Art; for Art glorifies and ennobles Life. "What is the final cause of the Universe?" This is the old problem of the philosophers. Goethe's lines leap to the mind: