I Haven't Strength Of Mind Not To

The Life-history Of The Individual Is First And Foremost An Accommodation To The Patterns And Standards Traditionally Handed Down In His Community. From The Moment Of His Birth The Customs Into Which He Is Born Shape His Experience And Behavior. By The Time He Can Talk, He Is The Little Creature Of His Culture, And By The Time He Is Grown And Able To Take Part In Its Activities, Its Habits Are His Habits, Its Beliefs His Beliefs, Its Impossibilities His Impossibilities.

The Trouble Is Not That We Are Never Happy-it Is That Happiness Is So Episodical.

So Much Of The Trouble Is Because I Am A Woman. To Me It Seems A Very Terrible Thing To Be A Woman. There Is One Crown Which Perhaps Is Worth It All--a Great Love, A Quiet Home, And Children. We All Know That Is All That Is Worthwhile, And Yet We Must Peg Away, Showing Off Our Wares On The Market If We Have Money, Or Manufacturing Careers For Ourselves If We Haven't.

An Observer Will See The Bizarre Developments Of Behavior Only In Alien Cultures, Not His Own. Nevertheless This Is Obviously A Local And Temporary Bias. There Is No Reason To Suppose That Any One Culture Has Seized Upon An Eternal Sanity And Will Stand In History As A Solitary Solution Of The Human Problem. Even The Next Generation Knows Better. Our Only Scientific Course Is To Consider Our Own Culture, So Far As We Are Able, As One Example Among Innumerable Others Of The Variant Configurations Of Human Culture.

Faith Is The Virtue Of The Storm, Just As Happiness Is The Virtue Of Sunshine.