A Universe Capable Of Giving

If You Don't Go To Other Men's Funerals, They Won't Go To Yours.

I Was Different Unique And Always Happy. At School This Attracted Playground Harassment. Nowadays, While I Remain Effervescent, Quicker To Perceive Enmity I Reserve My Warmest Touches And Smiles For Those Who Smolder With Envy.

It Is Possible That Our Race May Be An Accident, In A Meaningless Universe, Living Its Brief Life Uncared For, On This Dark, Cooling Star: But Even So - And All The More - What Marvelous Creatures We Are! What Fairy Story, What Tale From The Arabian Nights Of The Jinns, Is A Hundredth Part As Wonderful As This True Fairy Story Of Simians! It Is So Much More Heartening, Too, Than The Tales We Invent. A Universe Capable Of Giving Birth To Many Such Accidents Is - Blind Or Not - A Good World To Live In, A Promising Universe. . . . We Once Thought We Lived On God's Footstool, It May Be A Throne.

Real Friendships Among Men Are So Rare That When They Occur They Are Famous.

There Is An Art Of Reading, As Well As An Art Of Thinking, And An Art Of Writing.