After all, you can't expect men not to judge by appearances.

. . . every tree near our house had a name of its own and a special identity. This was the beginning of my love for natural things, for earth and sky, for roads and fields and woods, for trees and grass and flowers; a love which has been second only to my sense of enduring kinship with birds and animals, and all inarticulate creatures.

It would appear, from the best examples, that the proper way of beginning a preface to one's work is with a humble apology for having written at all.

He knows so little and knows it so fluently.

Nothingis so ungrateful as a rising generation; yet, if there is any faintest glimmer of light ahead of us in the present, itwas kindled by the intellectual fires that burned long before us.

Youth is always an enemy to the old.

Though it sounds absurd, it is true to say I felt younger at sixty than I felt at twenty.