The Chief Aim Of Wisdom Is To

I Was Born Under The Blue Ridge, And Under That Side Which Is Blue In The Evening Light, In A Wild Land Of Game And Forest And Rushing Waters.

I Pass With Relief From The Tossing Sea Of Cause And Theory To The Firm Ground Of Result And Fact.

I Do Not Agree That The Dog In A Manger Has The Final Right To The Manger Even Though He May Have Lain There For A Very Long Time. I Do Not Admit That Right. I Do Not Admit For Instance, That A Great Wrong Has Been Done To The Red Indians Of America Or The Black People Of Australia. I Do Not Admit That A Wrong Has Been Done To These People By The Fact That A Stronger Race, A Higher-grade Race, A More Worldly Wise Race To Put It That Way, Has Come In And Taken Their Place.

Nothing Is More Dangerous In Wartime Than To Live In The Temperamental Atmosphere Of A Gallup Poll, Always Feeling One's Pulse And Taking One's Temperature.

I Was Shown A Picture By Cézanne Of A Blank Wall Of A House, Which He Had Made Instinct With The Most Delicate Lights And Colours.