Nature Takes No Account Of

Happiness Is Itself A Kind Of Gratitude.

The Flowers Never Waste Their Sweetness On The Desert Air Or, For That Matter, On The Jungle Air. In Fact, They Waste It Only When Nobody Except A Human Being Is There To Smell It. It Is For The Bugs And A Few Birds, Not For Men, That They Dye Their Petals Or Waft Their Scents.

It Is Disastrous To Own More Of Anything Than You Can Possess, And It Is One Of The Most Fundamental Laws Of Human Nature That Our Power Actually To Possess Is Limited.

Civilizations Die From Philosophical Calm, Irony, And A Sense Of Fair Play Quite As Surely As They Die Of Debauchery.

Those Whose Conscience Demands That They Defy Authority In Some Ways That Involve Great Consequences Must Be Willing To Accept Some Penalty.