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It Is Possible That Our Race May Be An Accident, In A Meaningless Universe, Living Its Brief Life Uncared For, On This Dark, Cooling Star: But Even So - And All The More - What Marvelous Creatures We Are! What Fairy Story, What Tale From The Arabian Nights Of The Jinns, Is A Hundredth Part As Wonderful As This True Fairy Story Of Simians! It Is So Much More Heartening, Too, Than The Tales We Invent. A Universe Capable Of Giving Birth To Many Such Accidents Is - Blind Or Not - A Good World To Live In, A Promising Universe. . . . We Once Thought We Lived On God's Footstool, It May Be A Throne.

If Your Parents Didn't Have Any Children, There's A Good Chance That You Won't Have Any.

The Poets Of Each Generation Seldom Sing A New Song. They Turn To Themes Men Always Have Loved, And Sing Them In The Mode Of Their Times.

Father Expected A Good Deal Of God. He Didn't Actually Accuse God Of Inefficiency, But When He Prayed His Tone Was Loud And Angry, Like That Of A Dissatisfied Guest In A Carelessly Managed Hotel.

A Moderate Addiction To Money May Not Always Be Hurtful; But When Taken In Excess It Is Nearly Always Bad For The Health.