Happiness Is Itself A Kind Of Gratitude.

The Most Important Part Of Our Lives-our Sensations, Emotions, Desires, And Aspirations-takes Place In A Universe Of Illusions Which Science Can Attenuate Or Destroy, But Which It Is Powerless To Enrich.

Though Many Have Tried, No One Has Ever Yet Explained Away The Decisive Fact That Science, Which Can Do So Much, Cannot Decide What It Ought To Do.

In History As It Comes To Be Written, There Is Usually Some Spirit Of The Age Which Historians Can Define, But The Shape Of Things Is Seldom So Clear To Those Who Live Them. To Most Thoughtful Men It Has Generally Seemed That Theirs Was An Age Of Confusion.

Any Euphemism Ceases To Be Euphemistic After A Time And The True Meaning Begins To Show Through. It's A Losing Game, But We Keep On Trying.

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.