Dogs Have More Love Than

The Egg It Is The Source Of All. Tis Everyone's Ancestral Hall. The Bravest Chief That Ever Fought, The Lowest Thief That E'er Was Caught, The Harlot's Lip, The Maiden's Leg, They Each And All Came From An Egg.

Reason Is The Servant Of Instinct.

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.

It Is Fair To Judge Peoples By The Rights They Will Sacrifice Most For.

Elephants Suffer From Too Much Patience. Their Exhibitions Of It May Seem Superb,-such Power And Such Restraint, Combined, Are Noble,-but A Quality Carried To Excess Defeats Itself.