Reason Is The Servant Of Instinct.

The Artistic Impulse Seems Not To Wish To Produce Finished Work. It Certainly Deserts Us Half-way, After The Idea Is Born; And If We Go On, It Is Labor.

Creatures Whose Mainspring Is Curiosity Enjoy The Accumulating Of Facts Far More Than The Pausing At Times To Reflect On Those Facts.

Too Many Moralists Begin With A Dislike Of Reality.

Dogs Have More Love Than Integrity. They've Been True To Us, Yes, But They Haven't Been True To Themselves.

As To Modesty And Decency, If We Are Simians We Have Done Well, Considering: But If We Are Something Else-fallen Angels-we Have Indeed Fallen Far.