Happiness Is Itself A Kind Of Gratitude.

Man Is, Perhaps, No More Prone To War Than He Used To Be And No More Inclined To Commit Other Evil Deeds. But A Given Amount Of Ill Will Or Folly Will Go Further Than It Used To.

True Tragedy May Be Defined As A Dramatic Work In Which The Outward Failure Of The Principal Personage Is Compensated For By The Dignity And Greatness Of His Character.

Nature Takes No Account Of Even The Most Reasonable Of Human Excuses.

Is It Wholly Fantastic To Admit The Possibility That Nature Herself Strove Toward What We Call Beauty? Face To Face With Any One Of The Elaborate Flowers Which Man's Cultivation Has Had Nothing To Do With, It Does Not Seem Fantastic To Me. We Put Survival First. But When We Have A Margin Of Safety Left Over, We Expend It In The Search For The Beautiful. Who Can Say That Nature Does Not Do The Same?

Life Is Very Persistent And Very Ingenious In Seizing Every Opportunity.