As Time Goes On, New And Remoter

Knowledge Is Power. Unfortunate Dupes Of This Saying Will Keep On Creating, Ambitiously, Till They Have Stunned Their Native Initiative And Made Their Thoughts Weak.

The Creatures That Want To Live A Life Of Their Own, We Call Wild. If Wild, Then No Matter How Harmless, We Treat Them As Outlaws, And Those Of Us Who Are Specially Well Brought Up Shoot Them For Fun.

Too Many Moralists Begin With A Dislike Of Reality.

Ants Are Good Citizens; They Place Group Interest First. But They Carry It So Far, They Have Few Or No Political Rights. An Ant Doesn't Have The Vote, Apparently; He Just Has His Duties.

The World Of Books Is The Most Remarkable Creation Of Man. Nothing Else That He Builds Ever Lasts. Monuments Fall; Nations Perish; Civilizations Grow Old And Die Out; And, After An Era Of Darkness, New Races Build Others. But In The World Of Books Are Volumes That Have Seen This Happen Again And Again, And Yet Live On, Still Young, Still As Fresh As The Day They Were Written, Still Telling Men's Hearts Of The Hearts Of Men Centuries Dead.