Perfection’s unattainable but it isn’t unapproachable.

There's no such things as survival of the fittest. Survival of the most adequate, maybe. It doesn't matter whether a solution's optimal. All that matters is whether it beats the alternative.

The most altruistic and sustainable philosophies fail before the brute brain stem imperative of self-interest.

But when the flash flood crosses your path, when the lion leaps at you from the grasses, advanced self-awareness is an unaffordable indulgence. The brain stem does its best.

Radar is too long in the tooth for fine detail.

If the rest of your brain were conscious, it would probably regard you as the pointy-haired boss from Dilbert

What's the survival value of obsessing on a sunset?

Property damage is so much easier to live with than murder.

Brains are survival engines, not truth detectors.

After four thousand years we can’t even prove that reality exists beyond the mind of the first-person dreamer.

You can’t turn a sunset into a string of grunts without losing something.

We always see the worst in our selves. Our most volnerable selves. We need someone to get close enough to tell us that we're wrong. Someone we trust.

Body language speaks much more succinctly and honestly than mere spoken words.

Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.

I don't believe that you have to be a cow to know what milk is.

Shaving is a way to start the workday by ritually not cutting your throat when you've the chance.

I tend to stick to my team guys, the guys I train with here at Greg Jackson's, because when they're in there, I feel like I'm in there.

Death is the mother of beauty,” said Henry. “And what is beauty?” “Terror.

Before long it will be the animals who do the dieting so that the ultimate consumer does not have to.

Locked up from mortal eye in shady leaves of destiny.

Thou art my glory and the exultation of y heart: thou art my hope and refuge in the day of my trouble.