The Normal Food Of Man Is Vegetable.

One Hand Has Surely Worked Throughout The Universe.

Our Faculties Are More Fitted To Recognize The Wonderful Structure Of A Beetle Than A Universe.

Man Selects Only For His Own Good: Nature Only For That Of The Being Which She Tends.

It's Not The Strongest, But The Most Adaptable That Survive.

My Mind Seems To Have Become A Kind Of Machine For Grinding General Laws Out Of Large Collections Of Facts, But Why This Should Have Caused The Atrophy Of That Part Of The Brain That Alone On Which The Higher Tastes Depend, I Cannot Conceive. A Man With A Mind More Highly Organised Or Better Constituted Than Mine Would Not, I Suppose, Have Thus Suffered, And If I Had To Live My Life Over Again, I Would Have Made A Rule To Read Some Poetry And Listen To Some Music At Least Once Every Week; For Perhaps The Parts Of My Brain Now Atrophied Would Thus Have Been Kept Alive Through Use.