The artistic impulse seems not to wish to produce finished work. It certainly deserts us half-way, after the idea is born; and if we go on, it is labor.

A universe capable of giving birth to many such accidents is-- blind or not-- a good world to live in, a promising universe.

If you don't go to other men's funerals, they won't go to yours.

As time goes on, new and remoter aspects of truth are discovered which can seldom be fitted into creeds that are changeless.

The creatures that want to live a life of their own, we call wild. If wild, then no matter how harmless, we treat them as outlaws, and those of us who are specially well brought up shoot them for fun.

Be adorable always to each other; respect is everlasting.

Ants are good citizens; they place group interest first. But they carry it so far, they have few or no political rights. An ant doesn't have the vote, apparently; he just has his duties.