High technology has done us one great service: It has retaught us the delight of performing simple and primordial tasks - chopping wood, building a fire, drawing water from a spring
A pretty girl can do no wrong.
A giant thirst is a great joy when quenched in time.
If the end does not justify the means - what can?
Of all bores, the worst is the sparkling bore.
The tragic sense of life: our heroic acceptance of the suffering of others.