Politics is applied biology.

Nothing is constant but change! All existence is a perpetual flux of "being and becoming!" That is the broad lesson of the evolution of the world.

Man is not above nature, but in nature.

Mental differences between the lowest men and the animals are less than those between the lowest and the highest man.

By ecology we understand the total science of the connections of the organism to the surrounding external world.

Civilization and the life of nations are governed by the same laws as prevail throughout nature and organic life.

Ontogeny re-capitulates phylogeny.

The real cause of personal existence is not the favor of the Almighty, but the sexual love of one's earthly parents.

As our mother-earth is a mere speck in the sunbeam in the illimitable universe, so man himself is but a tiny grain of protoplasm in the perishable framework of organic nature.

The cell never acts; it reacts.

Both of these branches of evolutionary science, are, in my opinion, in the closest causal connection; this arises from the reciprocal action of the laws of heredity and adaptation.

A true friend is someone you can count on no matter what.

At times, it almost felt like I was destined to take the trip, like all the people I met had somehow been waiting for me

may flowers smell their scent!

I'd like to thank the academy and I'd like to thank my mother and I'd like to thank my mother again, because I forgot to thank her last year.

Most people would assume, as I do, that the courtroom is a place for the truth, but it's not with our corrupt judges today - and I'm talking about the corrupt ones on the court of appeals.

There is no city in the United States in which I can get a warmer welcome and fewer votes than Columbia, Ohio.

I was always a character actor. I just looked like Little Red Riding Hood.

Most scientists I know don't care enough about religion even to call themselves atheists.

Sometimes I rant, in a comical way, about how the gods give with one hand and take with the other.

Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe.