We Must Not Judge The Society Of

There Are Some Optimists Who Search Eagerly For The Skunk Cabbage Which In February Sometimes Pushes Itself Up Through The Ice, And Who Call It A Sign Of Spring. I Wish That I Could Feel That Way About It, But I Do Not. The Truth Of The Matter, To Me, Is Simply That Skunk Cabbage Blooms In The Winter Time.

It Is Not Ignorance But Knowledge Which Is The Mother Of Wonder.

Civilizations Die From Philosophical Calm, Irony, And A Sense Of Fair Play Quite As Surely As They Die Of Debauchery.

Two-legged Creatures We Are Supposed To Love As We Love Ourselves. The Four-legged, Also, Can Come To Seem Pretty Important. But Six Legs Are Too Many From The Human Standpoint.

Happiness Is Itself A Kind Of Gratitude.