Men dislike being awakened from their death in life.

We have all our private terrors, our particular shadows, our secret fears. We are afraid in a fear which we cannot face, which none understands, and our hearts are torn from us, our brains unskinned like the layers of an onion, ourselves the last.

We are not here to triumph by fighting, by strata gem, or by resistance, not to fight with beasts as men. We have fought the beast and have conquered. We have only to conquer now, by suffering. This is the easier victory.

We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.

We can say of Shakespeare, that never has a man turned so little knowledge to such great account.

Today, you're halfway to 100! Here's to optimism, whether it is realistic or not. Happy 50th birthday!

A wrong attitude toward nature implies, somewhere, a wrong attitude toward God.