Happiness Is Itself A Kind Of Gratitude.

When, In The Present World, Men Behave Well, That Is No Doubt Sometimes Because They Are Creatures Of Habit As Well As, Sometimes, Because They Are Reasonable.

To Those Who Study Her, Nature Reveals Herself As Extraordinarily Fertile And Ingenious In Devising Means, But She Has No Ends Which The Human Mind Has Been Able To Discover Or Comprehend.

Perhaps We Are Wiser, Less Foolish And More Far-seeing Than We Were Two Hundred Years Ago. But We Are Still Imperfect In All These Things, And Since The Turn Of The Century It Has Been Remarked That Neither Wisdom Nor Virtue Have Increased As Rapidly As The Need For Both.

A Book ... Unlike A Television Program, Moving Picture Or Any Other 'modern Means Of Communication' ... Can Wait For Years, Yet Be Available At Any Moment When It Happens To Be Needed.

A Tragic Writer Does Not Have To Believe In God, But He Must Believe In Man.