There Is Nothing That War Has Ever

Here, Where We Reach The Sphere Of Mathematics, We Are Among Processes Which Seem To Some The Most Inhuman Of All Human Activities And The Most Remote From Poetry. Yet It Is Here That The Artist Has The Fullest Scope Of His Imagination.

All The Art Of Living Lies In A Fine Mingling Of Letting Go And Holding On.

Every Ist Writes His Own Autobiography.

I Regard Sex As The Central Problem Of Life. And Now That The Problem Of Religion Has Practically Been Settled, And That The Problem Of Labor Has At Least Been Placed On A Practical Foundation, The Question Of Sex—with The Racial Questions That Rest On It—stands Before The Coming Generations As The Chief Problem For Solution. Sex Lies At The Root Of Life, And We Can Never Learn To Reverence Life Until We Know How To Understand Sex.

The Prevalence Of Suicide, Without Doubt, Is A Test Of Height In Civilization; It Means That The Population Is Winding Up Its Nervous And Intellectual System To The Utmost Point Of Tension And That Sometimes It Snaps.