No Matter How Old We Become, We

We May Prefer To Think Of Ourselves As Fallen Angels, But In Reality We Are Rising Apes.

Under Crowded Conditions The Friendly Social Interactions Between Members Of A Group Become Reduced, And The Destructive And Aggressive Patterns Show A Marked Rise In Frequency And Intensity.

Life Is Like A Very Short Visit To A Toy Shop Between Birth And Death.

We Are To Put It Mildly, In A Mess, And There Is A Strong Chance That We Shall Have Exterminated Ourselves By The End Of The Century. Our Only Consolation Will Be That As A Species, We Have Had An Exciting Term Of Office.

The Age Of A Child Is Inversely Correlated With The Size Of The Animals It Prefers.