Life Is Very Persistent And Very Ingenious

And The Thing Which Is Missing Is Love, Some Feeling For, As Well As Some Understanding Of, The Inclusive Community Of Rocks And Soils, Plants And Animals, Of Which We Are A Part.

Being The Inventor Of Sex Would Seem To Be A Sufficient Distinction For A Creature Just Barely Large Enough To Be Seen By The Naked Eye.

Nature, In Her Blind Thirst For Life Has Filled Every Possible Cranny Of The Rotting Earth With Some Sort Of Fantastic Creature.

A Humanist Is Anyone Who Rejects The Attempt To Describe Or Account For Man Wholly On The Basis Of Physics, Chemistry Or Animal Behaviour.

Perhaps We Are Wiser, Less Foolish And More Far-seeing Than We Were Two Hundred Years Ago. But We Are Still Imperfect In All These Things, And Since The Turn Of The Century It Has Been Remarked That Neither Wisdom Nor Virtue Have Increased As Rapidly As The Need For Both.