If At First You Don't Succeed, Before

You Can Learn Much About Life From A Checker Game: Surrender One To Take Two; Don't Make Two Moves At One Time; Move Up, Not Down; And When You Reach The Top, You May Move As You Like.

I Never Cease Being Dumbfounded By The Unbelievable Things People Believe.

Where Was It Ever Promised Us That Life On This Earth Can Ever Be Easy, Free From Conflict And Uncertainty, Devoid Of Anguish And Wonder And Pain? Those Who Seek The Folly Of Unrelieved 'happiness'-who Fear Moods, Who Shun Solitude, Who Do Not Know The Diginity Of Occasional Depression-can Find Bliss Easily Enough: In Tranquilizing Pills, Or In Senility. The Purpose Of Life Is Not To Be Happy.

O, To Be Sure, We Laugh Less And Play Less And Wear Uncomfortable Disguises Like Adults, But Beneath The Costume Is The Child We Always Are, Whose Needs Are Simple, Whose Daily Life Is Still Best Described By Fairy Tales.

In The Dark Colony Of Night, When I Consider Man's Magnificent Capacity For Malice, Madness, Folly, Envy, Rage, And Destructiveness, And I Wonder Whether We Shall Not End Up As Breakfast For Newts And Polyps, I Seem To Hear The Muffled Cries Of All The Words In All The Books With Covers Closed.