The world of books is the most remarkable creation of man. Nothing else that he builds ever lasts. Monuments fall; nations perish;… — Clarence Day Copy Share Image
The world of books is the most remarkable creation of man nothing else that he builds ever lasts monuments fall; nations perish;… — Clarence Day Copy Share Image
The worshipper of energy is too physically energetic to see that he cannot explore certain higher fields until he is still. — Clarence Day Copy Share Image
Tender are a mother's dreams, But her babe's not what he seems. See him plotting in his mind To grow up some other kind. — Clarence Day Copy Share Image
Babies are unreasonable; they expect far too much of existence. Each new generation that comes takes one look at the world and thinks wildly,… — Clarence Day Copy Share Image
The world of books is the most remarkable creation of man. Nothing else that he builds ever lasts. Monuments fall; nations perish; civilizations grow… — Clarence Day Copy Share Image
The real world is not easy to live in. It is rough; it is slippery. Without the most clear-eyed adjustments we fall and get… — Clarence Day Copy Share Image
Creatures whose mainspring is curiosity enjoy the accumulating of facts far more than the pausing at times to reflect on those facts. — Clarence Day Copy Share Image
As to modesty and decency, if we are simians we have done well, considering: but if we are something else-fallen angels-we have indeed fallen… — Clarence Day Copy Share Image
We talk of our mastery of nature, which sounds very grand; but the fact is we respectfully adapt ourselves, first, to her ways. — Clarence Day Copy Share Image
The egg it is the source of all. Tis everyone's ancestral hall. The bravest chief that ever fought, The lowest thief that e'er was… — Clarence Day Copy Share Image
A moderate addiction to money may not always be hurtful; but when taken in excess it is nearly always bad for the health. — Clarence Day Copy Share Image
“It is possible that our race may be an accident, in a meaningless universe, living its brief life uncared-for, on this dark, cooling star:… — Clarence Day Copy Share Image
