Happiness Is Itself A Kind Of Gratitude.

The Impulse To Mar And To Destroy Is As Ancient And Almost As Nearly Universal As The Impulse To Create. The One Is An Easier Way Than The Other Of Demonstrating Power.

Metaphysics May Be, After All, Only The Art Of Being Sure Of Something That Is Not So And Logic Only The Art Of Going Wrong With Confidence.

When A Man Wantonly Destroys One Of The Works Of Man We Call Him A Vandal. When He Destroys One Of The Works Of God We Call Him A Sportsman.

The Cockroach And The Bird Were Both Here Long Before We Were. Both Could.

Science Has Always Promised Two Things Not Necessarily Related; An Increase First In Our Powers, Second In Our Happiness Or Wisdom, And We Have Come To Realize That It Is The First And Less Important Of The Two Promises Which It Has Kept Most Abundantly.