For The Woman, The Man Is A

A Man Who Is Very Busy Seldom Changes His Opinions.

We Can Destroy Only As Creators

Evolution Does Not Make Happiness Its Goal; It Aims Simply At Evolution And Nothing Else.

There Is No More Dreary Or More Repulsive Creature Than The Man Who Has Evaded His Genius.

We Must Remain As Close To The Flowers, The Grass, And The Butterflies As The Child Is Who Is Not Yet So Much Taller Than They Are. We Adults, On The Other Hand, Have Outgrown Them And Have To Lower Ourselves To Stoop Down To Them. It Seems To Me That The Grass Hates Us When We Confess Our Love For It. Whoever Would Partake Of All Good Things Must Understand How To Be Small At Times.