The Trouble With Most People Is That

How Much More Suffering Is Caused By The Thought Of Death Than By Death Itself.

The Dog That Buried The Bone Which Even A Canine Appetite Could Not Manage, The Squirrel That Gathered Nuts For A Later Feast, The Bees That Filled The Comb With Honey, The Ants That Laid Up Stores For A Rainy Day - These Were Among The First Creators Of Civilization. It Was They....who Taught Our Ancestors The Art Of Providing For Tomorrow Out Of The Surplus Of Today, Or Of Preparing For Winter In Summer's Time Of Plenty.

All That Is Good In Our History Is Gathered In Libraries. At This Moment, Plato Is Down There At The Library Waiting For Us. So Is Aristotle. Spinoza Is There And So Is Kats. Shelly And Byron Adn Sam Johnson Are There Waiting To Tell Us Their Magnificent Stories. All You Have To Do Is Walk In The Library Door And The Great Company Open Their Arms To You. They Are So Happy To See You That They Come Out With You Into The Street And To Your Home. And They Do What Hardly Any Friend Will-- They Are Silent When You Wish To Think.

The Ego Is Willing But The Machine Cannot Go On. It's The Last Thing A Man Will Admit, That His Mind Ages.

Civilization Is Social Order Promoting Cultural Creation. Four Elements Constitute It: Economic Provision, Political Organization, Moral Tradition, And The Pursuit Of Knowledge And The Arts. It Begins Where Chaos And Insecurity End. For When Fear Is Overcome, Curiosity And Constructiveness Are Free, And Man Passes By Natural Impulse Towards The Understanding And Embellishment Of Life.