Blessed Is He Who Has Never Been

It Is Unfair To Blame Man Too Fiercely For Being Pugnacious; He Learned The Habit From Nature.

God Made Man Merely To Hear Some Praise Of What He'd Done On Those Five Days.

Standing By The Crib Of One's Own Baby, With That World - Old Pang Of Compassion And Protectiveness Toward This So Little Creature That Has All Its Course To Run, The Heart Flies Back In Yearning And Gratitude To Those Who Felt Just So Toward One's Self. Then For The First Time One Understands The Homely Succession Of Sacrifices And Pains By Which Life Is Transmitted And Fostered Down The Stumbling Generations Of Men.

It's A Good Thing To Turn Your Mind Upside Down Now And Then, Like An Hour-glass, To Let The Particles Run The Other Way.

There Are Certain People Whom One Feels Almost Inclined To Urge To Hurry Up And Die So That Their Letters Can Be Published.