Fearful and unprepared, we have assumed lordship over the life or death of the whole world, of all living things.

It is the nature of man to rise to greatness if greatness is expected of him.

Hate cannot live alone. It must have love as a trigger, a goad, or a stimulant.

Well, every little boy thinks he invented sin. Virtue we think we learn, because we are told about it. But sin is our own designing.

I remember as a child reading or hearing the words 'The Great Divide' and being stunned by the glorious sound, a proper sound for the granite backbone of a continent. I saw in my mind escarpments rising into the clouds, a kind of natural Great Wall of China.

There's nothing in the world like that first taste of beer.

I think today if we forbade our illiterate children to touch the wonderful things of our literature, perhaps they might steal them and find secret joy.