Quotes About Evolution

Every good idea sooner or later degenerates into hard work.

Society is a system of inherited forms reducing our humiliating passivity to nature.

Men are the hunters and women are the gatherers. Shopping is a form of gathering.

In my end is my beginning. —T. S. Eliot

The mind, once stretched by a new idea, never returns to its original dimensions.' That's from Emerson

The mind, once stretched by a new idea, never returns to its original dimensions.' That's from Emerson, by the way.

The mind, once stretched by a new idea, never returns to its original dimensions

The mind, once stretched by a new idea, never returns to its original dimensions.' That's from Emerson, by the way. All I was hoping to do is stretch some goddamn minds.

IMPROVE ONE'S SELF, IMPROVE ONE'S FACE.

Shad pointed to the book on the cocktail table. 'The guy in this story, he turns into a motherfucking centipede. Wakes up one morning and bingo! He's a bug. Sounds asinine, but it sure makes you think. People change overnight, they're not careful.

Poems that sustain our contemplation, disrupt our complacencies, and leave us changed" -Carl Phillips

human progress has depended on enlarging the circle of compassion.

Caltech brain researcher John Allman says that through agriculture and other ways of reducing daily hazards of existence, humans domesticated themselves. We now depend on others to provide food and our shelter. We're a lot like poodles in that regard.

We are star stuff which has taken its destiny into its own hands.

We have begun to contemplate our origins: starstuff pondering the stars; organized assemblages of ten billion billion billion atoms considering the evolution of atoms; tracing the long journey by which, here at least, consciousness arose.

We are the local embodiment of a Cosmos grown to self-awareness. We have begun to contemplate our origins: starstuff pondering the stars; organized assemblages of ten billion billion billion atoms considering the evolution of atoms; tracing the long journey by which, here at least, consciousness arose. Our loyalties are to the species and the planet. We speak for Earth. Our obligation to survive is owed not just to ourselves but also to that Cosmos, ancient and vast, from which we spring.

We are made of stellar ash. Our origin and evolution have been tied to distant cosmic events. The exploration of the cosmos is a voyage of self-discovery.

The fossil record implies trial and error, the inability to anticipate the future, features inconsistent with a Great Designer (though not a Designer of a more remote and indirect temperament.)

We are the only species on the planet, so far as we know, to have invented a communal memory stored neither in our genes nor in our brains. The warehouse of this memory is called the library

The near side of a galaxy is tens of thousands of light-years closer to us than the far side; thus we see the front as it was tens of thousands of years before the back. But typical events in galactic dynamics occupy tens of millions of years, so the error in thinking of an image of a galaxy as frozen in one moment of time is small.

And after we returned to the savannahs and abandoned the trees, did we long for those great graceful leaps and ecstatic moments of weightlessness in the shafts of sunlight of the forest roof?

Civilization is a product of the cerebral cortex.

Once intelligent beings achieve technology and the capacity for self-destruction of their species, the selective advantage of intelligence becomes more uncertain.

The secrets of evolution, are time and death. There's an unbroken thread that stretches from those first cells to us.