The American girl makes a servant of her husband and then finds him contemptible for being a servant

When I was very young and the urge to be someplace else was on me, I was assured by mature people that maturity would cure this itch. When years described me as mature, the remedy prescribed was middle age. In middle age I was assured that greater age would calm my fever and now that I am fifty-eight perhaps senility will do the job. Nothing has worked. I fear the disease is incurable.

It is the nature of a man as he grows older, a small bridge intime, toprotest againstchange, particularlychangefor the better.

Hard-covered books break up friendships. You loan a hard covered book to a friend and when he doesn’t return it you get mad at him. It makes you mean and petty. But twenty-five cent books are different.

Men all do about the same thing when they wake up.

No single organism could be understood without observing and comprehending the entire colony.

But most important of all, the truth, that dangerous stuff, became beautiful and more precious.