After A Day Of Rain

The World Of The Egotist Is, Inevitably, A Narrow World, And The Boundaries Of Self Are Limited To The Close Horizon Of Personality.... But, Within This Horizon, There Is Room For Many Attributes That Are Excellent.

I Don't Like Human Nature, But I Do Like Human Beings.

Idealism, That Gaudy Coloring Matter Of Passion, Fades When It Is Brought Beneath The Trenchant White Light Of Knowledge. Ideals, Like Mountains, Are Best At A Distance.

Nothingis So Ungrateful As A Rising Generation; Yet, If There Is Any Faintest Glimmer Of Light Ahead Of Us In The Present, Itwas Kindled By The Intellectual Fires That Burned Long Before Us.

What Depresses Me Is The Inevitable Way The Second Rate Forges Ahead And The Deserving Is Left Behind.