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He Saw On The Paper A Picture Of A Man, White-skinned, Who Hung Upon A Crosspiece Of Wood. The Man Was Without Clothes Except For A Bit About His Loins, And To All Appearences He Was Dead, Since His Head Drooped Upon His Shoulder And His Eyes Were Closed Above His Bearded Lips. Wang Lung Looked At The Pictured Man In Horror And With Increasing Interest.

The Truly Creative Mind In Any Field Is No More Than This: A Human Creature Born Abnormally, Inhumanly Sensitive.

Because Psychologists Have Been Able To Discover, Exactly As In A Slow-motion Picture, The Way The Human Creature Acquires Knowledge And Habits, The Normal Child Has Been Vastly Helped By What The Retarded Have Taught Us.

Prejudice ... Is A Subjective Emotion Which Expresses Itself Upon Others Only Because Of An Inner Necessity For Release. The Object Is Irrelevant And Opportune. The Person Who Feels Prejudice Is The Victim Of Himself And His Own Unhappiness And Dissatisfaction. Life Is Not What He Wants It To Be And It Has Not Been What He Wishes It Had Been.

There Will Never Cease To Be Ferment In The World Unless People Are Sure Of Their Food.