For The Only Courage Worth Calling Courage

The Repetition In Nature May Not Be A Mere Recurrence; It May Be A Theatrical Encore.

To Downgrade The Human Mind Is Bad Theology.

The Frenchman Works Until He Can Play. The American Works Until He Can’t Play; And Then Thanks The Devil, His Master, That He Is Donkey Enough To Die In Harness. But The Englishman, As He Has Since Become, Works Until He Can Pretend That He Never Worked At All.

It May Not Be Automatic Necessity That Makes All Daisies Alike; It May Be That God Makes Every Daisy Separately, But Has Never Gotten Tired Of Making Them

But They None Of Them Create The Psychological Conditions In Which I First Saw, Or Desired To See, The Flower.