Clarence Shepard Day Jr. (November 18, 1874 – December 28, 1935) was an American author and cartoonist, best known for his 1935 work Life With Father.
Age should not have its face lifted, but it should rather teach the world to admire wrinkles as the etchings of experience and the firm line of character.
There is an art of reading, as well as an art of thinking, and an art of writing.
When eras die, their legacies Are left to strange police. Professors in New England guard The glory that was Greece.
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: but even so - and all the more - what marvelous creatures we are! What fairy story, what tale from the Arabian Nights of the jinns, is a hundredth part as wonderful as this true fairy story of simians! It is so much more heartening, too, than the tales we invent. A universe capable of giving birth to many such accidents is - blind or not - a good world to live in, a promising universe. . . . We once thought we lived on God's footstool, it may be a throne.
The creatures that want to live a life of their own, we call wild. If wild, then no matter how harmless, we treat them as outlaws, and those of us who are specially well brought up shoot them for fun.
Creatures whose mainspring is curiosity enjoy the accumulating of facts far more than the pausing at times to reflect on those facts.
A universe capable of giving birth to many such accidents is-- blind or not-- a good world to live in, a promising universe.
Knowledge is power. Unfortunate dupes of this saying will keep on creating, ambitiously, till they have stunned their native initiative and made their thoughts weak.
This is a hard and precarious world, where every mistake and infirmity must be paid for in full.
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 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, still as fresh as the day they were written, still telling men's hearts of the heart of men centuries dead. -
The artistic impulse seems not to wish to produce finished work. It certainly deserts us half-way, after the idea is born; and if we go on, it is labor.
Ants are good citizens: they place group interests first.
The test of a civilized person is first self-awareness, and then depth after depth of sincerity in self-confrontation.
Information's pretty thin stuff unless mixed with experience.
The egg it is the source of all To everyone's ancestral hall.
If your parents didn't have any children, there's a good chance that you won't have any.
Be adorable always to each other; respect is everlasting.
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.
The first thing the world does to a genius is to make him lose all his youth.
Every maiden's weak and willin' When she meets the proper villian.