My Parents Had Broken Through

If We Were To Select The Most Intelligent, Imaginative, Energetic, And Emotionally Stable Third Of Mankind, All Races Would Be Present.

My Parents Had Broken Through The Shackles Of Dogma

The Existence Of Any Pure Race With Special Endowments Is A Myth, As Is The Belief That There Are Races All Of Whose Members Are Foredoomed To Eternal Inferiority.

Its [the Anthropological Method] Power To Make Us Understand The Roots From Which Our Civilization Has Sprung, That It Impresses Us With The Relative Value Of All Forms Of Culture, And Thus Serves As A Check To An Exaggerated Valuation Of The Standpoint Of Our Own Period, Which We Are Only Too Liable To Consider The Ultimate Goal Of Human Evolution, Thus Depriving Ourselves Of The Benefits To Be Gained From The Teachings Of Other Cultures And Hindering An Objective Criticism Of Our Own Work.

My Father Had Retained An Emotional Affection For The Ceremonial Of His Parental Home, Without Allowing It To Influence His Intellectual Freedom