We must make the best of those ills which cannot be avoided.

Ants are good citizens, they place group interests first.

Babies are unreasonable; they expect far too much of existence. Each new generation that comes takes one look at the world and thinks wildly, “Is this all they’ve done to it?” and bursts into tears.

A universe capable of giving birth to many such accidents is – blind or not – a good world to live in, a promising universe.

Dogs have more love than integrity. They’ve been true to us, yes, but they haven’t been true to themselves.

The egg it is the source of all To everyone’s ancestral hall.

If you don’t go to other men’s funerals, they won’t go to yours.

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 caught, The harlot’s lip, the maiden’s leg, They each and all came from an egg.

Father expected a good deal of God. He didn’t actually accuse God of inefficiency, but when he prayed his tone was loud and angry, like that of a dissatisfied guest in a carelessly managed hotel.

The ant is knowing and wise, but he doesn’t know enough to take a vacation.