An Abundance Of Some Good Things Is

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?

Rhetoric Takes No Real Account Of The Art In Literature And Morality Takes No Account Of The Art In Life.

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.

Whenever Man Forgets That Man Is An Animal, The Result Is Always To Make Him Less Humane.

Perhaps We Are Wiser, Less Foolish And More Far-seeing Than We Were Two Hundred Years Ago. But We Are Still Imperfect In All These Things, And Since The Turn Of The Century It Has Been Remarked That Neither Wisdom Nor Virtue Have Increased As Rapidly As The Need For Both.