When There Is A Choice About It,

Even In The Lust Of Knowledge I Feel Only My Will's Delight In Begetting And Becoming; And If There Be Innocence In My Knowledge It Is Because My Procreative Will Is In It.

Out Of Damp And Gloomy Days, Out Of Solitude, Out Of Loveless Words Directed At Us, Conclusions Grow Up In Us Like Fungus: One Morning They Are There, We Know Not How, And They Gaze Upon Us, Morose And Gray. Woe To The Thinker Who Is Not The Gardener But Only The Soil Of The Plants That Grow In Him.

Those Who Create Are Hard Of Heart.

Species Do Not Grow More Perfect: The Weaker Dominate The Strong, Again And Again- The Reason Being That They Are The Great Majority, And They Are Also Cleverer. Darwin Forgot The Mind (-that Is English!): The Weak Possess More Mind. ... To Acquire Mind, One Must Need Mind-one Loses It When One No Longer Needs It.

Sometimes All You Need To Do To Win Clever People Over To A Principle Is To Present It In The Form Of A Shocking Paradox.