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Poetry, Mythology, And Religion Represent The World As Man Would Like To Have It, While Science Represents The World As He Gradually Comes To Discover It.

Cats Seem To Go On The Principle That It Never Does Any Harm To Ask For What You Want.

Only Those Within Whose Own Consciousness The Sun Rise And Set, The Leaves Burgeon And Wither, Can Be Said To Be Aware Of What Living Is.

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.

How Anyone Can Profess To Find Animal Life Interesting And Yet Take Delight In Reducing The Wonder Of Any Animal To A Bloody Mass Of Fur Or Feathers?