Perhaps The Only True Dignity Of Man

The Little Word Is Has Its Tragedies: It Marries And Identifies Different Things With The Greatest Innocence; And Yet No Two Are Ever Identical, And If Therein Lies The Charm Of Wedding Them And Calling Them One, Therein Too Lies The Danger.

History Is Nothing But Assisted And Recorded Memory.

To Know What People Really Think, Pay Regard To What They Do, Rather Than What They Say.

To Feel Beauty Is A Better Thing Than To Understand How We Come To Feel It. To Have Imagination And Taste, To Love The Best, To Be Carried By The Contemplation Of Nature To A Vivid Faith In The Ideal, All This Is More, A Great Deal More, Than Any Science Can Hope To Be.

Perhaps The Universe Is Nothing But An Equilibrium Of Idiocies.