It Is The Little Writer

Dancing As An Art, We May Be Sure, Cannot Die Out, But Will Always Be Undergoing A Rebirth. Not Merely As An Art, But Also As A Social Custom, It Perpetually Emerges Afresh From The Soul Of The People.

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.

The Modesty Of Women, Which, In Its Most Primitive Form Among Animals, Is Based On Sexual Periodicity, Is, With That Periodicity, An Essential Condition Of Courtship.

Civilized Men Arrived In The Pacific, Armed With Alcohol, Syphilis, Trousers, And The Bible.

However Well Organised The Foundations Of Life May Be, Life Must Always Be Full Of Risks.