If You Wish To Be Loved, Be

Underneath All Civilization, Ancient Or Modern, Moved And Still Moves A Sea Of Magic, Superstition, And Sorcery. Perhaps They Will Remain When The Works Of Our Reason Have Passed Away.

Time Sanctifies Everything; Even The Most Arrant Theft In The Hands Of The Robber's Grandchildren Becomes Sacred And Inviolable Property.

If I Were Rich I Would Have Many Books, And I Would Pamper Myself With Bindings Bright To The Eye And Soft To The Touch, Paper Generously Opaque, And Type Such As Men Designed When Printing Was Very Young. I Would Dress My Gods In Leather And Gold, And Burn Candles Of Worship Before Them At Night, And String Their Names Like Beads On A String.

It Is One Of The Most Culpable Oversights Of Nature That Virtue And Beauty So Often Come In Separate Packages.

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.