There are ceremonious bows that repel one like a cudgel.

Dishonest people conceal their faults from themselves as well as others, honest people know and confess them.

Without death in the world, existence in it would soon become, through over-population, the most frightful of curses.

Hunting is a relic of the barbarism that once thirsted for human blood, but is now content with the blood of animals.

Pride is like the beautiful acacia, that lifts its head proudly above its neighbor plants-forgetting that it too, like them, has its roots in the dirt.

The nearest approximation to an understanding of life is to feel it--to realize it to the full--to be a profound and inscrutable mystery.

Doubt whom you will, but never yourself.