Quotes About Evolution

Imperfection is in some sorts essential to all that we know of life. It is the sign of life in a mortal body, that is to say, of a state of progress and change. Nothing that lives is, or can be, rigidly perfect: part of it is decaying, part nascent. The foxglove blossom - A third part bud, a third part past, a third part full bloom, - is a type of the life of this world.

Why would a just God allow this to happen? Was it all part of an evolutionary clockwork that God allowed to work through itself, unguided, an enormous experiment of some kind, for good reasons that humans couldn't perceive?

Some planets evolved genetic structures roughly similar to Earth's, incorporating some if not all the nucleotides involved in terrestrial genetics (perhaps not coincidentally, the intelligent species of these planets have been known to consume humans from time to time;

That's nuts," Niamh said. "That's evolution

His progress was more lateral than forward.

But imagine you're a tapeworm, and then suddenly you're Goethe. It's like that.

Creativity eventually comes from the need not to have ourselves or other people eaten by leopards.

The diagnostics and modifications screens. Ugly and utilitarian, just like they have been since the very beginnings of visual user interface. They were beautiful.

How quickly the creepy becomes commonplace.

comes immediately after.

there are now lots of people working overtime in the American culture to suggest that people who believe in evolution and the big bang also want to mandate forced downloads of child porn into your computer and give terrorists the key to your house.

The only people who cling to tradition at the expense of real people are sad, angry dwellers in the darkness who don't even understand how pathetic they are, clutching and grasping at the things they remember without ever understanding that the world was never that simple to begin with. The future is bright, it is shining, and it belongs to everyone.

The Harder you fight to hold on to specific assumptions, the more likely there's gold in letting go of them.

Institutions designed for push cannot easily accommodate pull.

I wonder why progress looks so much like destruction.

Man, unlike any other thing organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, and emerges ahead of his accomplishments.

It is true that we are weak and sick and ugly and quarrelsome but if that is all we ever were, we would millenniums ago have disappeared from the face of the earth.

This you may say of man - when theories change and crash, when schools, philosophies, when narrow dark alleys of thought, national, religious, economic, grow and disintegrate, man reaches, stumbles forward, painfully, mistakenly sometimes. Having stepped forward, he may slip back, but only half a step, never the full step back.

You can't go home again because home has ceased to exist except in the mothballs of memory.

Someone's got to do these things,' he said sullenly. 'Or else fate would not ever get nose-thumbed and mankind would still be clinging to the top branches of a tree.

Morning seems to come earlier every year I live.

Because time does the job, dynamite can't touch. (Samuel Hamilton)

You can't go home again because home has ceased to exist except in the mothballs of memory.

The little engine roared and then stopped. Adam sat back for a moment, limp but proud, before he got out. The postmaster looked out between the bars of his golden grill. I see you've got one of the damn things, he said. Have to keep up with the times, said Adam. I predict there'll come a time when you can't find a horse, Mr. Trask. Maybe so. They'll change the face of the countryside. They get their clatter into everything, the postmaster went on.