In A Tribal Organization, Even In Time

This World Of Ours Has Been Constructed Like A Superbly Written Novel: We Pursue The Tale With Avidity, Hoping To Discover The Plot.

Good Men, Whether They Be Christians Or Rationalists, Do Not Desire To Discriminate Between Races, But The Distinctions Implanted By Nature Are Too Conspicuous To Escape The Observation Of Our Senses.

The Proper Balance Between Individual Liberty And Central Authority Is A Very Ancient Problem.

A Drunkard Is One Thing, And A Temperate Man Is Quite Another.

Civilization Never Stands Still; If In One Country It Is Falling Back, In Another It Is Changing, Evolving, Becoming More Complicated, Bringing Fresh Experience To Body And Mind, Breeding New Desires, And Exploiting Nature's Cupboard For Their Satisfaction.