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
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 old and die out; and, after an era of darkness, new races build others. But in the world of books are volumes that have seen this happen again and again, and yet live on, still young,… — Clarence Day Copy Share
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
