There Is No Beauty Without Order.

There Was An Old Abbot In One Temple And He Said Something Of Which I Think Often And It Was This, That When Men Destroy Their Old Gods They Will Find New Ones To Take Their Place.

The Proper Place To Eat Lobster ... Is In A Lobster Shack As Close To The Sea As Possible. There Is No Menu Card Because There Is Nothing Else To Eat Except Boiled Lobster With Melted Butter.

But What Happens When Her Beauty Is Torn From Her Like A Cover From A Book? Will He Care To Read Her Then, Although Her Pages Speak Of Nothing But Love For Him?

Race Prejudice Is Not Only A Shadow Over The Colored It Is A Shadow Over All Of Us, And The Shadow Is Darkest Over Those Who Feel It Least And Allow Its Evil Effects To Go On.

No One Really Understood Music Unless He Was A Scientist, Her Father Had Declared, And Not Just A Scientist, Either, Oh, No, Only The Real Ones, The Theoreticians, Whose Language Was Mathematics. She Had Not Understood Mathematics Until He Had Explained To Her That It Was The Symbolic Language Of Relationships. "and Relationships," He Had Told Her, "contained The Essential Meaning Of Life."