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.

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.

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.

Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war.

If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water.