“Even when we are quite alone, how often do we think with pleasure or pain of what others think of us – of their imagined approbation or disapprobation.”

Building a better mousetrap merely results in smarter mice.

Often a cold shudder has run through me, and I have asked myself whether I may have not devoted myself to a fantasy.

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

Even people who aren’t geniuses can outthink the rest of mankind if they develop certain thinking habits.

I love fools’ experiments. I am always making them.

I have called this principle, by which each slight variation, if useful, is preserved, by the term of Natural Selection.

Man in his arrogance thinks himself a great work, worthy of the interposition of a deity. More humble, and I believe truer, to consider him created from animals.

It is a cursed evil to any man to become as absorbed in any subject as I am in mine.

If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week.

Man selects only for his own good: Nature only for that of the being which she tends.

We stopped looking for monsters under our bed when we realized that they were inside us.

Nothing exists for itself alone, but only in relation to other forms of life.

The most powerful natural species are those that adapt to environmental change without losing their fundamental identity which gives them their competitive advantage.

Such simple instincts as bees making a beehive could be sufficient to overthrow my whole theory.

In conclusion, it appears that nothing can be more improving to a young naturalist, than a journey in distant countries.

I am dying by inches, from not having any body to talk to about insects.

Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not; a sense of humor to console him for what he is.

If I didn’t have the ends, I wouldn’t have so many imaginary friends.

Nor can a man any more live, whose Desires are at an end, than he, whose Senses and Imaginations are at a stand.

I am a woman who came from witches those they tried to burn came rising higher than ever imagined and I am a woman who has this power behind me with every step.

When one works and imagines and dreams of nothing else than the search for answers that God has posed, it is difficult to be so still.

Nothing is more usual than for philosophers to encroach upon the province of grammarians; and to engage in disputes of words, while they imagine that they are handling controversies of the deepest importance and concern

Your imagination gives your dreams a direction!

Our best moments are not the ones I spend with you but the ones I imagine with you.