It Is Enough That We Set Out

The Hand That Rules The Press, The Radio, The Screen And The Far-spread Magazine, Rules The Country.

Life In A Great Society, Or For That Matter In A Small, Is A Web Of Tangled Relations Of All Sorts, Whose Adjustment So That It May Be Endurable Is An Extraordinarily Troublesome Matter.

The Condition Of Our Survival In Any But The Meagerest Existence Is Our Willingness To Accommodate Ourselves To The Conflicting Interests Of Others, To Learn To Live In A Social World.

Our Common Law Is The Stock Instance Of A Combination Of Custom And Its Successive Adaptations.

Convention Is Like The Shell To The Chick, A Protection Till He Is Strong Enough To Break It Through.