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I Have Never Yet Met A Healthy Person Who Worried Very Much About His Health, Or A Really Good Person Who Worried Much About His Own Soul.

The Creator, If He Exists, Has A Special Preference For Beetles.

We Must Learn Not To Take Traditional Morals Too Seriously. And It Is Just Because Even The Least Dogmatic Of Religions Tends To Associate Itself With Some Kind Of Unalterable Moral Tradition, That There Can Be No Truce Between Science And Religion.

Science Is As Yet In Its Infancy, And We Can Foretell Little Of The Future Save That The Thing That Has Not Been Is The Thing That Shall Be; That No Beliefs, No Values, No Institutions Are Safe.

I Have Tried To Show Why I Believe That The Biologist Is The Most Romantic Figure On Earth At The Present Day. At First Sight He Seems To Be Just A Poor Little Scrubby Underpaid Man, Groping Blindly Amid The Mazes Of The Ultra-microscopic, Engaging In Bitter And Lifelong Quarrels Over The Nephridia Of Flatworms, Waking Perhaps One Morning To Find That Someone Whose Name He Has Never Heard Has Demolished By A Few Crucial Experiments The Work Which He Had Hoped Would Render Him Immortal.