In A Cat's Eye, All

The Most Important Part Of Our Lives-our Sensations, Emotions, Desires, And Aspirations-takes Place In A Universe Of Illusions Which Science Can Attenuate Or Destroy, But Which It Is Powerless To Enrich.

Few People Have Ever Seriously Wished To Be Exclusively Rational. The Good Life Which Most Desire Is A Life Warmed By Passions And Touched With That Ceremonial Grace Which Is Impossible Without Some Affectionate Loyalty To Traditional Form And Ceremonies.

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.

Perhaps We Are Wiser, Less Foolish And More Far-seeing Than We Were Two Hundred Years Ago. But We Are Still Imperfect In All These Things, And Since The Turn Of The Century It Has Been Remarked That Neither Wisdom Nor Virtue Have Increased As Rapidly As The Need For Both.

When A Man Wantonly Destroys One Of The Works Of Man We Call Him A Vandal. When He Destroys One Of The Works Of God We Call Him A Sportsman.