We Cannot Remain Consistent With

Here, Where We Reach The Sphere Of Mathematics, We Are Among Processes Which Seem To Some The Most Inhuman Of All Human Activities And The Most Remote From Poetry. Yet It Is Here That The Artist Has The Fullest Scope Of His Imagination.

It Is Curious How There Seems To Be An Instinctive Disgust In Man For His Nearest Ancestors And Relations. If Only Darwin Could Conscientiously Have Traced Man Back To The Elephant Or The Lion Or The Antelope, How Much Ridicule And Prejudice Would Have Been Spared To The Doctrine Of Evolution.

I Regard Sex As The Central Problem Of Life. And Now That The Problem Of Religion Has Practically Been Settled, And That The Problem Of Labor Has At Least Been Placed On A Practical Foundation, The Question Of Sex—with The Racial Questions That Rest On It—stands Before The Coming Generations As The Chief Problem For Solution. Sex Lies At The Root Of Life, And We Can Never Learn To Reverence Life Until We Know How To Understand Sex.

The Second Great Channel Through Which The Impulse Towards The Control Of Procreation For The Elevation Of The Race Is Entering Into Practical Life Is By The General Adoption, By The Educated—of Methods For The Prevention Of Conception Except When Conception Is Deliberately Desired.

Jealousy, That Dragon Which Slays Love Under The Pretence Of Keeping It Alive.