In A Cat's Eye, All Things Belong

Man Is, Perhaps, No More Prone To War Than He Used To Be And No More Inclined To Commit Other Evil Deeds. But A Given Amount Of Ill Will Or Folly Will Go Further Than It Used To.

Not To Have Known - As Most Men Have Not - Either The Mountain Or The Desert Is Not To Have Known One's Self. Not To Have Known One's Self Is To Have Known No One.

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

There Are Some Optimists Who Search Eagerly For The Skunk Cabbage Which In February Sometimes Pushes Itself Up Through The Ice, And Who Call It A Sign Of Spring. I Wish That I Could Feel That Way About It, But I Do Not. The Truth Of The Matter, To Me, Is Simply That Skunk Cabbage Blooms In The Winter Time.

Both The Cockroach And The Bird Would Get Along Very Well Without Us, Although The Cockroach Would Miss Us Most.