I Haven't Strength Of Mind

In A World That Holds Books And Babies And Canyon Trails, Why Should One Condemn Oneself To Live Day-in, Day-out With People One Does Not Like, And Sell Oneself To Chaperone And Correct Them?

The Life-history Of The Individual Is First And Foremost An Accommodation To The Patterns And Standards Traditionally Handed Down In His Community. From The Moment Of His Birth The Customs Into Which He Is Born Shape His Experience And Behavior. By The Time He Can Talk, He Is The Little Creature Of His Culture, And By The Time He Is Grown And Able To Take Part In Its Activities, Its Habits Are His Habits, Its Beliefs His Beliefs, Its Impossibilities His Impossibilities.

Culture, With Its Processes And Functions, Is A Subject Upon Which We Need All The Enlightenment We Can Achieve, And There Is No Direction In Which We Can Seek With Greater Reward Than In The Facts Of Pre-literate Societies.

The Trouble Is Not That We Are Never Happy-it Is That Happiness Is So Episodical.

War Is, We Have Been Forced To Admit, Even In The Face Of Its Huge Place In Our Civilization, An Asocial Trait.