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To Be Individually Righteous Is The First Of All Duties, Come What May To Ones Self, To One's Country, To Society, And To Civilization Itself.

-Joseph Wood Krutch

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To Be Individually Righteous

Joseph Wood Krutch

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To Be Individually Righteous Is The First Of All Duties, Come What May To Ones Self, To One's Country, To Society, And To Civilization Itself.

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We Need Some Contact With The Things We Sprang From. We Need Nature At Least As A Part Of The Context Of Our Lives. Without Cities We Cannot Be Civilized. Without Nature, Without Wilderness Even, We Are Compelled To Renounce An Important Part Of Our Heritage.

Nature, In Her Blind Thirst For Life Has Filled Every Possible Cranny Of The Rotting Earth With Some Sort Of Fantastic Creature.

The Rare Moment Is Not The Moment When There Is Something Worth Looking At, But The Moment When We Are Capable Of Seeing.

Cats Are Rather Delicate Creatures And They Are Subject To A Good Many Different Ailments, But I Have Never Heard Of One Who Suffered From Insomnia.

In The Long Run Our Boasted Control Of Nature Is A Delusion.

The Cockroach And The Bird Were Both Here Long Before We Were. Both Could.

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.

It Is Not Ignorance But Knowledge Which Is The Mother Of Wonder.

An Abundance Of Some Good Things Is Perfectly Compatible With The Scarcity Of Others; That Life Is Everywhere Precarious, Man Everywhere Small.

There Are Some Optimists Who Search Eagerly For The Skunk Cabbage Which In February Sometimes Pushes Itself Up Through The Ice, And Who Call It A Sign Of Spring. I Wish That I Could Feel That Way About It, But I Do Not. The Truth Of The Matter, To Me, Is Simply That Skunk Cabbage Blooms In The Winter Time.

To Be Individually Righteous Is The First Of All Duties, Come What May To Ones Self, To One's Country, To Society, And To Civilization Itself.

There Is No Such Thing As A Dangerous Woman; There Are Only Susceptible Men.

The Grand Paradox Of Our Society Is This: We Magnify Man’s Right But We Minimize His Capacities.

True Tragedy May Be Defined As A Dramatic Work In Which The Outward Failure Of The Principal Personage Is Compensated For By The Dignity And Greatness Of His Character.

Two-legged Creatures We Are Supposed To Love As We Love Ourselves. The Four-legged, Also, Can Come To Seem Pretty Important. But Six Legs Are Too Many From The Human Standpoint.

When, In The Present World, Men Behave Well, That Is No Doubt Sometimes Because They Are Creatures Of Habit As Well As, Sometimes, Because They Are Reasonable.

A Humanist Is Anyone Who Rejects The Attempt To Describe Or Account For Man Wholly On The Basis Of Physics, Chemistry Or Animal Behaviour.

The Wilderness And The Idea Of Wilderness Is One Of The Permanent Homes Of The Human Spirit.

Those Whose Conscience Demands That They Defy Authority In Some Ways That Involve Great Consequences Must Be Willing To Accept Some Penalty.

If People Destroy Something Replaceable Made By Mankind, They Are Called Vandals; If They Destroy Something Irreplaceable Made By God, They Are Called Developers.

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.

Is It Wholly Fantastic To Admit The Possibility That Nature Herself Strove Toward What We Call Beauty? Face To Face With Any One Of The Elaborate Flowers Which Man's Cultivation Has Had Nothing To Do With, It Does Not Seem Fantastic To Me. We Put Survival First. But When We Have A Margin Of Safety Left Over, We Expend It In The Search For The Beautiful. Who Can Say That Nature Does Not Do The Same?

To Be Reminded That One Is Very Much Like Other Members Of The Animal Kingdom Is Often Funny...though...i Do Not Too Much Mind Being Somewhat Like A Cat.

We Must Not Judge The Society Of The Future By Considering Whether Or Not We Should Like To Live In It; The Question Is Whether Those Who Have Grown Up In It Will Be Happier Than Those Who Have Grown Up In Our Society Or Those Of The Past.

It Is Not A Sentimental, But A Grimly Literal Fact That Unless We Share This Terrestrial Globe With Creatures Other Than Ourselves, We Shall Not Be Able To Live On It For Long.

The Most Serious Charge Which Can Be Brought Against New England Is Not Puritanism But February.

It Is Sometimes Easier To Head An Institute For The Study Of Child Guidance Than It Is To Turn One Brat Into A Decent Human Being.

It Is Disastrous To Own More Of Anything Than You Can Possess, And It Is One Of The Most Fundamental Laws Of Human Nature That Our Power Actually To Possess Is Limited.

Anxiety And Distress, Interrupted Occasionally By Pleasure, Is The Normal Course Of Man's Existence.

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.

To Have Passed Through Life And Never Experienced Solitude Is To Have Never Known Oneself. To Have Never Known Oneself Is To Have Never Known Anyone.

We Have Not Merely Escaped From Something But Into Something... We Have Joined The Greatest Of All Communities, Which Is Not That Of Man Alone But Of Everything Which Shares With Us The Great Adventure Of Being Alive.

A Tragic Writer Does Not Have To Believe In God, But He Must Believe In Man.

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.

Though Many Have Tried, No One Has Ever Yet Explained Away The Decisive Fact That Science, Which Can Do So Much, Cannot Decide What It Ought To Do.

Electronic Calculators Can Solve Problems Which The Man Who Made Them Cannot Solve; But No Government-subsidized Commission Of Engineers And Physicists Could Create A Worm.

A Book ... Unlike A Television Program, Moving Picture Or Any Other 'modern Means Of Communication' ... Can Wait For Years, Yet Be Available At Any Moment When It Happens To Be Needed.

Metaphysics May Be, After All, Only The Art Of Being Sure Of Something That Is Not So And Logic Only The Art Of Going Wrong With Confidence.

Though We Face The Facts Of Sex We Are More Reluctant Than Ever To Face The Fact Of Death Or The Crueler Facts Of Life, Either Biological Or Social.

What A Man Knows Is Everywhere At War With What He Wants.

If We Do Not Permit The Earth To Produce Beauty And Joy, It Will In The End Not Produce Food, Either.

Science Has Always Promised Two Things Not Necessarily Related; An Increase First In Our Powers, Second In Our Happiness Or Wisdom, And We Have Come To Realize That It Is The First And Less Important Of The Two Promises Which It Has Kept Most Abundantly.

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.

The Impulse To Mar And To Destroy Is As Ancient And Almost As Nearly Universal As The Impulse To Create. The One Is An Easier Way Than The Other Of Demonstrating Power.

The Mind Leaps, And Leaps Perhaps With A Sort Of Elation, Through The Immensities Of Space, But The Spirit, Frightened And Cold, Longs To Have Once More Above Its Head The Inverted Bowl Beyond Which May Lie Whatever Paradise Its Desires May Create.

How Anyone Can Profess To Find Animal Life Interesting And Yet Take Delight In Reducing The Wonder Of Any Animal To A Bloody Mass Of Fur Or Feathers?

Not To Have Known - As Most Men Have Not - Either The Mountain Or The Desert Is Not To Have Known One's Self. Not To Have Known One's Self Is To Have Known No One.

Nothing Is Too Great Or Too Good To Be True. Do Not Believe That We Can Imagine Things Better Than They Are. In The Long Run, In The Ultimate Outlook, In The Eye Of The Creator, The Possibilities Of Existence, The Possibilities Open To Us, Are Beyond Our Imagination.

Every Time A Value Is Born, Existence Takes On A New Meaning; Every Time One Dies, Some Part Of That Meaning Passes Away.

Poetry, Mythology, And Religion Represent The World As Man Would Like To Have It, While Science Represents The World As He Gradually Comes To Discover It.

The Typical American Believes That No Necessity Of The Soul Is Free And That There Are Precious Few, If Any, Which Cannot Be Bought.

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Happiness Is Itself A Kind Of Gratitude.

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Long Before I Ever Saw The Desert I Was Aware Of The Mystical Overtones Which The Observation Of Nature Made Audible To Me. But I Have Never Been More Frequently Or More Vividly Aware Of Them Than In Connection With The Desert Phenomena.

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