To have passed through life and never experienced solitude is to have never known oneself. To have never known oneself is to have never known anyone.

The flowers never waste their sweetness on the desert air or, for that matter, on the jungle air. In fact, they waste it only when nobody except a human being is there to smell it. It is for the bugs and a few birds, not for men, that they dye their petals or waft their scents.

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.

The rare moment is not the moment when there is something worth looking at, but the moment when we are capable of seeing.

Two-legged creatures we are supposed to love as we love ourselves. The four-legged, also, can come to seem pretty important. But six legs are too many from the human standpoint.

There is no conceivable human action which custom has not at one time justified and at another condemned.

To be reminded that one is very much like other members of the animal kingdom is often funny...though...I do not too much mind being somewhat like a cat.