Survival, in the cool economics of biology, means simply the persistence of one's own genes in the generations to follow.

Cats - a standing rebuke to behavioural scientists . . . least human of all creatures.

The uniformity of the earth's life, more astonishing than its diversity, is accountable by the high probability that we derived, originally, from some single cell, fertilized in a bolt of lightning as the earth cooled.

The cloning of humans is on most of the lists of things to worry about from Science, along with behaviour control, genetic engineering, transplanted heads, computer poetry and the unrestrained growth of plastic flowers.

Cats are a standing rebuke to behavioral scientists wanting to know how the minds of animals work. The mind of a cat is an unscrutable mystery.

Most things get better by themselves. Most things, in fact, are better by morning.

We are spectacular splendid manifestations of life. We have language. We have affection. And finally, and perhaps best of all, we have music.