Ruth Fulton Benedict (June 5, 1887 – September 17, 1948) was an American anthropologist and folklorist.
Racism remains in the eyes of history. . . merely another instance of the persecution of minorities for the advantage of those in power.
I gambled on having the strength to live two lives, one for myself and one for the world.
It is my necessary breath of life to understand and expression is the only justification of life that I can feel without prodding.
The Japanese are, to the highest degree, both aggressive and unaggressive, both militaristic and aesthetic, both insolent and polite, rigid and adaptable, submissive and resentful of being pushed around, loyal and treacherous, brave and timid, conservative and hospitable to new ways.
The life history of the individual is first and foremost an accommodation to the patterns and standards traditionally handed down in his community
Traditional Anglo-Saxon intolerance is a local and temporal culture trait like any other.
We grow in time to trust the future for our answers.
I have always used the world of make-believe with a certain desperation.
In a world that holds books and babies and canyon trails, why should one condemn oneself to live day-in, day-out with people one does not like, and sell oneself to chaperone and correct them?
The arrogance of race prejudice is an arrogance which defies what is scientifically known of human races.
It is strange how long we rebel against a platitude until suddenly in a different lingo it looms up again as the only verity.
We do not see the lens through which we look.
The trouble is not that we are never happy-it is that happiness is so episodical.
A man's indebtedness is not virtue; his repayment is. Virtue begins when he dedicates himself actively to the job of gratitude.
Society in its full sense. . . is never an entity separable from the individuals who compose it. No individual can arrive even at the threshold of his potentialities without a culture in which he participates. Conversely, no civilization has in it any element which in the last analysis is not the contribution of an individual.
Culture, with its processes and functions, is a subject upon which we need all the enlightenment we can achieve, and there is no direction in which we can seek with greater reward than in the facts of pre-literate societies.
Most people are shaped to the form of their culture because of the enormous malleability of their original endowment. They are plastic to the moulding force of the society into which they are born. It does not matter whether, with the Northwest Coast, it requires delusions of self-reference, or with our own civilization the amassing of possessions. In any case the great mass of individuals take quite readily the form that is presented to them.
War is, we have been forced to admit, even in the face of its huge place in our civilization, an asocial trait.
As a matter of history great developments in art have often been remarkably separate from religious motivation and use.
We must accept all the implications of our human inheritance, one of the most important of which is the small scope of biologically transmitted behavior, and the enormous role of the cultural process of the transmission of tradition.