When, in the present world, men behave well, that is no doubt sometimes because they are creatures of habit as well as, sometimes, because they are reasonable.

February... Now more than ever one must remind oneself that it is wasteful folly to wish that time would pass, or - as the puritanical old saying used to have it - to kill time until it kills you.

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

Perhaps we are wiser, less foolish and more far-seeing than we were two hundred years ago. But we are still imperfect in all these things, and since the turn of the century it has been remarked that neither wisdom nor virtue have increased as rapidly as the need for both.

August creates as she slumbers, replete and satisfied.

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.

As machines get to be more and more like men, men will come to be more like machines.