The Whole Fabric Of Our Religion Is

Fortunate Indeed Are Those In Which There Is Combined A Little Good And A Little Bad, A Little Knowledge Of Many Things Outside Their Own Callings, A Capacity For Love And A Capacity For Hate, For Such As These Can Look With Tolerance Upon All, Unbiased By The Egotism Of Him Whose Head Is So Heavy On One Side That All His Brains Run To That Point.

We Are, All Of Us, Creatures Of Habit, And When The Seeeming Necessity For Schooling Ourselves In New Ways Ceases To Exist, We Fall Naturally And Easily Into The Manner And Customs Which Long Usage Has Implanted Ineradicably Within Us.

Could It Be That There Were Other Things More Desirable Than Cold Logic And Undefiled Brain Power?

In That Little Party There Was Not One Who Would Desert Another; Yet We Were Of Different Countries, Different Colours, Different Races, Different Religions--and One Of Us Was Of A Different World.

When Tarzan Killed He More Often Smiled Than Scowled, And Smiles Are The Foundation Of Beauty.