His conclusion was that things were not always what they appeared to be. The cub's fear of the unknown was an inherited distrust, and it had now been strengthened by experience. Thenceforth, in the nature of things, he would possess an abiding distrust of appearances.

One cannot violate the promptings of one's nature without having that nature recoil upon itself.

Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.

The great task demanded of man is reproduction. He is urged by passion to perform this task. Passion, working through the imagination, produces love. Passion is the impelling factor, imagination the disturbing factor; and the disturbance of passion by imagination produces love.

It is so much easier to live placidly and complacently. Of course, to live placidly and complacently is not to live at all.

Desire is a pain which seeks easement through possession.

This expression of abandon and surrender, of absolute trust, he reserved for the master alone.