Nature Takes No Account Of

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

In History As It Comes To Be Written, There Is Usually Some Spirit Of The Age Which Historians Can Define, But The Shape Of Things Is Seldom So Clear To Those Who Live Them. To Most Thoughtful Men It Has Generally Seemed That Theirs Was An Age Of Confusion.

A Tragic Writer Does Not Have To Believe In God, But He Must Believe In Man.

The Cockroach And The Bird Were Both Here Long Before We Were. Both Could.

It Is Not Ignorance But Knowledge Which Is The Mother Of Wonder.