In A Moving World Readaptation Is The

To Condemn Spontaneous And Delightful Occupations Because They Are Useless For Self-preservation Shows An Uncritical Prizing Of Life Irrespective Of Its Content.

Chaos Is Perhaps At The Bottom Of Everything.

It Is In Rare And Scattered Instants That Beauty Smiles Even On Her Adorers, Who Are Reduced For Habitual Comfort To Remembering Her Past Favours.

To Keep Beauty In Its Place Is To Make All Things Beautiful.

That Fear First Created The Gods Is Perhaps As True As Anything So Brief Could Be On So Great A Subject.