The Purpose Of Anthropology Is To Make

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

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.

It Is My Necessary Breath Of Life To Understand And Expression Is The Only Justification Of Life That I Can Feel Without Prodding.

War Is, We Have Been Forced To Admit, Even In The Face Of Its Huge Place In Our Civilization, An Asocial Trait.

. . . Work Even When I'm Satisfied With It Is Never My Child I Love Nor My Servant I've Brought To Heel. It's Always Busy Work I Do With My Left Hand, And Part Of Me Watches Grudging The Wastes Of A Lifetime.