Give The Young Half A Chance And

Nothingis So Ungrateful As A Rising Generation; Yet, If There Is Any Faintest Glimmer Of Light Ahead Of Us In The Present, Itwas Kindled By The Intellectual Fires That Burned Long Before Us.

Borrowed Illusions Are Better Than None.

. . . Every Tree Near Our House Had A Name Of Its Own And A Special Identity. This Was The Beginning Of My Love For Natural Things, For Earth And Sky, For Roads And Fields And Woods, For Trees And Grass And Flowers; A Love Which Has Been Second Only To My Sense Of Enduring Kinship With Birds And Animals, And All Inarticulate Creatures.

Passion Alone Could Destroy Passion. All The Thinking In The World Could Not Make So Much As A Dent In Its Surface.

Cruelty Is The Only Sin.