Love is ...not a fact in nature of which we become aware, but rather a creation of the human imagination.

Nature, in her blind thirst for life has filled every possible cranny of the rotting earth with some sort of fantastic creature.

The advertiser is the overrewarded court jester and court pander at the democratic court.

Though we face the facts of sex we are more reluctant than ever to face the fact of death or the crueler facts of life, either biological or social.

Few people have ever seriously wished to be exclusively rational. The good life which most desire is a life warmed by passions and touched with that ceremonial grace which is impossible without some affectionate loyalty to traditional form and ceremonies.

To be individually righteous is the first of all duties, come what may to ones self, to one's country, to society, and to civilization itself.

In the long run our boasted control of nature is a delusion.