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.

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

Real friendships among men are so rare that when they occur they are famous.

Dogs have more love than integrity. They've been true to us, yes, but they haven't been true to themselves.

As to modesty and decency, if we are simians we have done well, considering: but if we are something else-fallen angels-we have indeed fallen far.

The world of books is the most remarkable creation of man.

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.