Nature, In Her Blind Thirst For Life

The Mind Leaps, And Leaps Perhaps With A Sort Of Elation, Through The Immensities Of Space, But The Spirit, Frightened And Cold, Longs To Have Once More Above Its Head The Inverted Bowl Beyond Which May Lie Whatever Paradise Its Desires May Create.

The Grand Paradox Of Our Society Is This: We Magnify Man’s Right But We Minimize His Capacities.

Man Is, Perhaps, No More Prone To War Than He Used To Be And No More Inclined To Commit Other Evil Deeds. But A Given Amount Of Ill Will Or Folly Will Go Further Than It Used To.

In History As It Comes To Be Written, There Is Usually Some Spirit Of The Age Which Historians Can Define, But The Shape Of Things Is Seldom So Clear To Those Who Live Them. To Most Thoughtful Men It Has Generally Seemed That Theirs Was An Age Of Confusion.

Nature Takes No Account Of Even The Most Reasonable Of Human Excuses.