Every Age Has Its Beautiful Moments.

To A Student: Dear Miss - I Have Read About Sixteen Pages Of Your Manuscript . . . I Suffered Exactly The Same Treatment At The Hands Of My Teachers Who Disliked Me For My Independence And Passed Over Me When They Wanted Assistants. . . . Keep Your Manuscript For Your Sons And Daughters, In Order That They May Derive Consolation From It And Not Give A Damn For What Their Teachers Tell Them Or Think Of Them. . . . There Is Too Much Education Altogether.

The Time Comes In Life When We Have Read Enough. It's Time To Stop Reading. It's Time To Lay Down The Books And Write.

The Greater The Doubt, The Greater The Awakening

I Have Never Looked Upon Ease And Happiness As Ends In Themselves - This Critical Basis I Call The Ideal Of A Pigsty. The Ideals That Have Lighted My Way, And Time After Time Have Given Me New Courage To Face Life Cheerfully, Have Been Kindness, Beauty, And Truth. Without The Sense Of Kinship With Men Of Like Mind, Without The Occupation With The Objective World, The Eternally Unattainable In The Field Of Art And Scientific Endeavors, Life Would Have Seemed Empty To Me. The Trite Objects Of Human Efforts - Possessions, Outward Success, Luxury - Have Always Seemed To Me Contemptible.

Those Who Have The Privilege To Know Have The Duty To Act.