Life calls the tune, we dance.

It is by muteness that a dog becomes for one so utterly beyond value; with him one is at peace, where words play no torturing tricks.Those are the moments that I think are precious to a dog-when, with his adoring soul coming through his eyes, he feels that you are really thinking of him.

Humanism is the creed of those who believe that in the circle of enwrapping mystery, men's fates are in their own hands - a faith that for modern man is becoming the only possible faith.

It isnot good enough tospend time and ink indescribing the penultimate sensations and physical movements of people getting into a state of rut, we all know them so well.

The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.

By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men's souls.

We are not living in a private world of our own. Everything we say and do and think has its effect on everything around us.