All New News Is Old News Happening

I Myself Am Convinced That The Theory Of Evolution, Especially To The Extent To Which It Has Been Applied, Will Be One Of The Greatest Jokes In The History Books Of The Future. Posterity Will Marvel That So Very Flimsy And Dubious An Hypothesis Could Be Accepted With The Incredible Credulity It Has.

The First Thing I Remember About The World And I Pray That It May Be The Last Is That I Was A Stranger In It. This Feeling, Which Everyone Has In Some Degree, And Which Is, At Once, The Glory And Desolation Of Homo Sapiens , Provides The Only Thread Of Consistency That I Can Detect In My Life.

I Will Lift Mine Eyes Unto The Pills. Almost Everyone Takes Them, From The Humble Aspirin To The Multi-colored, King-sized Three Deckers, Which Put You To Sleep, Wake You Up, Stimulate And Soothe You All In One. It Is An Age Of Pills.

Animistic Savages Prostrating Themselves Before A Painted Stone Have Always Seemed To Me To Be Nearer The Truth Than Any Einstein Or Bertrand Russell.

This Horror Of Pain Is A Rather Low Instinct And... If I Think Of Human Beings I've Known And Of My Own Life, Such As It Is, I Can't Recall Any Case Of Pain Which Didn't, On The Whole, Enrich Life.