Being In A Hurry Seems

A Mind Too Proud To Unbend Over The Small Ridiculosa Of Life Is As Painful As A Library With No Trash In It.

Man Makes A Great Fuss About This Planet Which Is Only A Ballbearing In The Hub Of The Universe.

The Human Mind Appears Suddenly And Inexplicably Out Of Some Unknown And Unimaginable Void. It Passes Half Its Known Life In The Mental Chaos Of Sleep. Even When Awake It Is A Victim Of Its Own Ill-adjustment, Of Disease, Of Age, Of External Suggestion, Of Nature's Compulsions; It Doubts Its Own Sensations And Trusts Only In Instruments And Averages.

God Made Man Merely To Hear Some Praise Of What He'd Done On Those Five Days.

There Are Three Ingredients In The Good Life: Learning, Earning And Yearning.