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

A novel according to my taste, does not come into the moderately good class unless it contains some person whom one can thoroughly love - and if a pretty woman, all the better.

I cannot persuade myself that a beneficient and omnipotent God would have designedly created...that a cat should play with mice.

...he who remains passive when over-whelmed with grief loses his best chance of recovering his elasticity of mind.

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

I think it can be shown that there is such an unerring power at work in Natural Selection, which selects exclusively for the good of each organic being.

Much love much trial, but what an utter desert is life without love.