We Will Now Discuss In A Little

Sympathy Will Have Been Increased Through Natural Selection

One Day, On Tearing Off Some Old Bark, I Saw Two Rare Beetles, And Seized One In Each Hand. Then I Saw A Third And New Kind, Which I Could Not Bear To Lose, So I Popped The One Which I Held In My Right Hand Into My Mouth. Alas! It Ejected Some Intensely Acrid Fluid, Which Burnt My Tongue So That I Was Forced To Spit The Beetle Out, Which Was Lost, As Was The Third One.

Some Call It Evolution, And Others Call It God.

If I Had Not Been So Great An Invalid, I Should Not Have Done So Much As I Have Accomplished.

The Highest Possible Stage In Moral Culture Is When We Recognize That We Ought To Control Our Thoughts.