When, In The Present World, Men Behave

If We Do Not Permit The Earth To Produce Beauty And Joy, It Will In The End Not Produce Food, Either.

It Is Not A Sentimental, But A Grimly Literal Fact That Unless We Share This Terrestrial Globe With Creatures Other Than Ourselves, We Shall Not Be Able To Live On It For Long.

Every Time A Value Is Born, Existence Takes On A New Meaning; Every Time One Dies, Some Part Of That Meaning Passes Away.

The Impulse To Mar And To Destroy Is As Ancient And Almost As Nearly Universal As The Impulse To Create. The One Is An Easier Way Than The Other Of Demonstrating Power.

A Book ... Unlike A Television Program, Moving Picture Or Any Other 'modern Means Of Communication' ... Can Wait For Years, Yet Be Available At Any Moment When It Happens To Be Needed.