Great minds have always seen it. That is why man has survived his journey this long. When we fail to wish any longer to be otherwise than what we are, we will have ceased to evolve. Evolution has to be lived forward. I say this as one who has stood above the bones of much that has vanished, and at midnight has examined his own face.

I no longer cared about survival...I merely loved.

The journey is difficult, immense. We will travel as far as we can, but we cannot in one lifetime see all that we would like to see or to learn all that we hunger to know.

Like the herd animals we are, we sniff warily at the strange one among us.

I am older now, and sleep less, and have seen most of what there is to see and am not very much impressed any more, I suppose, by anything.

Choices, more choices than we like afterward to believe, are made far backward in the innocence of childhood.

I am not nearly so interested in what monkey man was derived from as I am in what kind of monkey he is to become.