We cannot remain consistent with the world save by growing inconsistent with our past selves.

It is on our failures that we base a new and different and better success.

We cannot be sure that we ought not to regard the most criminal country as that which in some aspects possesses the highest civilization.

Dancing as an art, we may be sure, cannot die out, but will always be undergoing a rebirth. Not merely as an art, but also as a social custom, it perpetually emerges afresh from the soul of the people.

The romantic embrace can only be compared with music and with prayer.

When love is suppressed hate takes its place.

Socialism also brings us up against the hard rock of eugenic fact which, if we neglect it, will dash our most beautiful social construction to fragments.