You Can Be Slum-born And Slum-bred And

I Have Looked Warily At Anthropologists Ever Since The Day When I Went To Hear A Great Greek Scholar Lecture On The Iliad, And Listened For An Hour To Talk About Bull-roarers And Leopard-societies.

What Passes For An Original Opinion Is, Generally, Merely An Original Phrase. Old Lamps For New - Yes; But It Is Always The Same Oil In The Lamp.

Each Man's Private Conscience Ought To Be A Nice Little Self-registering Thermometer: He Ought To Carry His Moral Code Incorruptibly And Explicitly Within Himself, And Not Care What The World Thinks. The Mass Of Human Beings, However, Are Not Made That Way; And Many People Have Been Saved From Crime Or Sin By The Simple Dislike Of Doing Things They Would Not Like To Confess.

For Never Doubt That Those Souls Who Live Least By The Flesh Feel Themselves Most Defiled By Its Defilement.

You Can Be Slum-born And Slum-bred And Still Achieve Something Worth While; But It Is A Stupid Inverted Snobbishness To Be Proud Of It. If One Had A Right To Be Proud Of Anything, It Would Be Of A Continued Decent Tradition Back Of One.