I am not nearly so interested in what monkey man was derived from as I am in what kind
of monkey he is to become.

It was the failures who had always won, but by the time they won they had come to be called successes. This is the final paradox, which men call evolution.

Like the herd animals we are, we sniff warily at the strange one among us.

It is frequently the tragedy of the great artist, as it is of the great scientist, that he frightens the ordinary man.

I am not nearly so interested in what monkey man was derived from as I am in what kind of monkey he is to become.

The creative element in the mind of man . . . emerges in as mysterious a fashion as those elementary particles which leap into momentary existence in great cyclotrons, only to vanish again like infinitesimal ghosts.