“Man, wonderful man, must collapse, into nature’s cauldron, he is no deity, he is no exception.”

An agnostic would be the more correct description of my state of mind.

How paramount the future is to the present when one is surrounded by children.

How paramount the future is to the present when one is surrounded by children.

Freedom of thought is best promoted by the gradual illumination of men’s minds which follows from the advance of science.

The mystery of the beginning of all things is insoluble by us; and I for one must be content to remain an agnostic.

Great is the power of steady misrepresentation.

There is no fundamental difference between man and animals in their ability to feel pleasure and pain, happiness, and misery.

Man is descended from a hairy, tailed quadruped, probably arboreal in its habits.

I would give absolutely nothing for the theory of Natural Selection, if it requires miraculous additions at any one stage of descent.

In the struggle for survival, the fittest win out at the expense of their rivals because they succeed in adapting themselves best to their environment.

I am not apt to follow blindly the lead of other men.

Everything in nature is the result of fixed laws.

I am not the least afraid to die.

From my early youth I have had the strongest desire to understand or explain whatever I observed. To group all facts under some general laws.

Nothing is easier than to admit in words the truth of the universal struggle for life, or more difficult, at least I have found it so – than constantly to bear this conclusion in mind.

Only the fittest will survive.

Happiness is there when the seeking for it colapse.

The empire fell well before the invasion of the barbarians. It collapsed from the collective softness of its citizens’ minds and the turning of their back on reality.

You are like a wrecked ship in the depths of the ocean, collapsed and eroded but still, full of pearl oysters.

“I just like being with you.” And just like that my heart collapsed under the weight of his eyes on me.

Some people are contriving ways and means of making us collapse.

A sign of a culture that has lost its faith – Moral collapse follows upon spiritual collapse.

For the economy itself will die if our ecosystems collapse.

Love! Love until the night collapses!