Environment often is a cage against whose iron bars the soul beats bloody wings in vain!

The environment is, more largely than we think, the house and the manner of life it forces upon us.

Our first environment is a crib, a room, our mother's eyes.

When you saw her surrounded by them, working and quarreling with them, talking that horrible polyglot of French, Italian and English, which she slipped into so easily, you realized how exotic the environment of the Dearborn Avenue house must have been to her and how strong a thing her passion for John Wollaston, to enable her to endure five years of it,of finikin social observances,of Aunt Lucile's standards of propriety!

And in the same way the human environment is the region that the spirit must explore.

No doubt the environment which more immediately surrounds man is a succession of changing phenomena, so that although the basis we get is objective, nevertheless it is unable to give us a permanent standard of reference.