Since the passing of Victoria the Great there had been an accumulating uneasiness in the national life. It was as if some compact and dignified paper-weight had been lifted from people's ideas, and as if at once they had begun to blow about anyhow.

Crude classifications and false generalizations are the curse of the organized life.

Anthropology has been compared to a great region, marked out indeed as within the sphere of influence of science, but unsettled and for the most part unsubdued. Like all such hinterland sciences, it is a happy hunting-ground for adventurers.

Nothing could have been more obvious to the people of the early twentieth century than the rapidity with which war was becoming impossible. And as certainly they did not see it. They did not see it until the atomic bombs burst in their fumbling hands.

Our challenge is not to educate the children we used to have or want to have, but to educate the children who come to the schoolhouse door.

Alone-- it is wonderful how little a man can do alone! To rob a little, to hurt a little, and there is the end.

The choice is: the Universe...or nothing.