Happiness Is Itself A Kind Of Gratitude.

In A Cat's Eye, All Things Belong To Cats.

The Mind Leaps, And Leaps Perhaps With A Sort Of Elation, Through The Immensities Of Space, But The Spirit, Frightened And Cold, Longs To Have Once More Above Its Head The Inverted Bowl Beyond Which May Lie Whatever Paradise Its Desires May Create.

The Human Mind Can Appreciate The One Only By Seeing It First In The Many.

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

Electronic Calculators Can Solve Problems Which The Man Who Made Them Cannot Solve; But No Government-subsidized Commission Of Engineers And Physicists Could Create A Worm.