It is not ignorance but knowledge which is the mother of wonder.

Cats seem to go on the principle that it never does any harm to ask for what you want.

Is it wholly fantastic to admit the possibility that Nature herself strove toward what we call beauty? Face to face with any one of the elaborate flowers which man's cultivation has had nothing to do with, it does not seem fantastic to me. We put survival first. But when we have a margin of safety left over, we expend it in the search for the beautiful. Who can say that Nature does not do the same?

It is not ignorance but knowledge which is the mother of wonder.

Rhetoric takes no real account of the art in literature and morality takes no account of the art in life.

Every time a value is born, existence takes on a new meaning; every time one dies, some part of that meaning passes away.

The cockroach and the bird were both here long before we were. Both could.