Quotes About Evolution

There was a change in both of us. We had lost a sense of discovery which had infused the anarchy of our first year.

More even than the work of the great architects, I loved buildings that grew silently with the centuries, catching and keeping the best of each generation, while time curbed the artist's pride and the Philistine's vulgarity, and repaired the clumsiness of the dull workman.

It (modernization) is just another jungle closing in.

You know, he added reflectively, we've got a much easier job now than we should have had fifty years ago. If we'd had to modernise a country then it would have meant constitutional monarchy, bicameral legislature, proportional representation, women's suffrage, independent judicature, freedom of the press, referendums . . . What is all that? asked the Emperor. Just a few ideas that have ceased to be modern.

Thus we see that the diffusion of innovations is a social process, even more than a technical matter.

The more we know about how to do something, the harder it is to learn how to do it differently

Ryan and Gross (1943) found that every one of their Iowa farmer respondents adopted hybrid seed corn by first trying it on a partial basis.

You used to be entertaining before you started to write.

it was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being

Truth can shrink and fancy can grow much in five centuries." "You really think it takes that long?" Woermann said, taking in a final survey of the pass before he turned away. It can happen in a matter of a few years.

why shouldn't he? All life is just a progression toward and then a recession from one phrase-- 'I love you

Everywhere we go and move on and change, something's lost--something's left behind. You can't ever quite repeat anything, and I've been so yours, here--

The kiss originated when the first male reptile licked the first female reptile, implying in a subtle way that she was as succulent as the small reptile he had for dinner the night before.

There used to be two kinds of kisses: First when girls were kissed and deserted; second, when they were engaged. Now there's a third kind, where the man is kissed and deserted. If Mr. Jones of the nineties bragged he'd kissed a girl, everyone knew he was through with her. If Mr. Jones of 1919 brags the same, everyone knows it's because he can't kiss her any more. Given a decent start any girl can beat a man nowadays.

one emotion after another crept into her face like objects into a slowly developing picture.

And then, one fairy night, May became June.

A man does not recover from such jolts-- he becomes a different person and, eventually, the new person finds new things to care about.

It's a funny thing about comin' home. Looks the same, smells the same, feels the same. You'll realize what's changed is you.

Poetry is dying first. It'll be absorbed into prose sooner or later.

Compromising with events time moves along.

There was a hint in the air that the earth was hurrying on toward other weather; the lush midsummer moment outside of time was already over.

I knew that what was left of me would always love you, but never in quite the same way.

The transition from libertine to prig was so complete.

There are no second acts in American lives.