There Is Perhaps No Better Way Of

No Matter What Our Achievements Might Be, We Think Well Of Ourselves Only In Rare Moments.

Every Era Has A Currency That Buys Souls. In Some The Currency Is Pride, In Others It Is Hope, In Still Others It Is A Holy Cause. There Are Of Course Times When Hard Cash Will Buy Souls, And The Remarkable Thing Is That Such Times Are Marked By Civility, Tolerance, And The Smooth Working Of Everyday Life.

When We Debunk A Fanatical Faith Or Prejudice, We Do Not Strike At The Root Of Fanaticism. We Merely Prevent Its Leaking Out At A Certain Point, With The Likely Result That It Will Leak Out At Some Other Point.

There Is Sublime Thieving In All Giving. Someone Gives Us All He Has And We Are His.

Nature Attains Perfection, But Man Never Does.