It is an evil world. The fires of hatred and violence burn fiercely. Evil is powerful, the devil covers a darkened earth with hisblack wings. And soon the end of the world is expected. But mankind does not repent, the church struggles, and the preachers and poets warn and lament in vain.

The susceptibility of the average modern to pictorial suggestion enables advertising to exploit his lessened power of judgment.

Every age yearns for a more beautiful world. The deeper the desperation and the depression about the confusing present, the more intense that yearning.

Play is a uniquely adaptive act, not subordinate to some other adaptive act, but with a special function of its own in human experience.

The new knowledge has not yet settled in culture. It has not yet been integrated in a new cosmic conception.

All seemingly profound thinking which passes for realism, because it conveniently does away with all troublesome principles, has agreat attraction for the adolescent mind.

The content of the ideal is a desire to return to the perfection of an imaginary past.