Anxiety And Distress, Interrupted Occasionally By Pleasure,

When A Man Wantonly Destroys One Of The Works Of Man We Call Him A Vandal. When He Destroys One Of The Works Of God We Call Him A Sportsman.

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.

We Have Not Merely Escaped From Something But Into Something... We Have Joined The Greatest Of All Communities, Which Is Not That Of Man Alone But Of Everything Which Shares With Us The Great Adventure Of Being Alive.

Science Has Always Promised Two Things Not Necessarily Related; An Increase First In Our Powers, Second In Our Happiness Or Wisdom, And We Have Come To Realize That It Is The First And Less Important Of The Two Promises Which It Has Kept Most Abundantly.

Civilizations Die From Philosophical Calm, Irony, And A Sense Of Fair Play Quite As Surely As They Die Of Debauchery.