The Impulse To Ask Questions Is Among

Words, Living And Ghostly, The Quick And The Dead, Crowd And Jostle The Otherwise Too Empty Corridors Of My Mind ... To Move Among This Bright, Strange, Often Fabulous Herd Of Beings, To Summon Them At My Will, To Fasten Them On To Paper Like Flies, That They May Decorate It, This Is The Pleasure Of Writing.

So They Left The Subject And Played Croquet, Which Is A Very Good Game For People Who Are Annoyed With One Another, Giving Many Opportunities For Venting Rancor.

To Be Prejudiced Is The Privilege Of The Thinking Human Being. ... The Open Mind Is The Empty Mind.

They... Threw Themselves Into The Interests Of The Rest, But Each Plowed His Or Her Own Furrow. Their Thoughts, Their Little Passions And Hopes And Desires, All Ran Along Separate Lines. Family Life Is Like This - Animated, But Collateral.

The Impulse To Ask Questions Is Among The More Primitive Human Lusts.