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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.

In Our Hearts Those Of Us Who Know Anything Worth Knowing Know That In March A New Year Begins, And If We Plan Any New Leaves, It Will Be When The Rest Of Nature Is Planning Them Too.

The Flowers Never Waste Their Sweetness On The Desert Air Or, For That Matter, On The Jungle Air. In Fact, They Waste It Only When Nobody Except A Human Being Is There To Smell It. It Is For The Bugs And A Few Birds, Not For Men, That They Dye Their Petals Or Waft Their Scents.

To Those Who Study Her, Nature Reveals Herself As Extraordinarily Fertile And Ingenious In Devising Means, But She Has No Ends Which The Human Mind Has Been Able To Discover Or Comprehend.

Man Is The Only One In Whom The Instinct Of Life Falters Long Enough To Enable It To Ask The Question "why?