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

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.

It was the failures who had always won, but by the time they won they had come to be called successes. This is the final paradox, which men call evolution.

It is frequently the tragedy of the great artist, as it is of the great scientist, that he frightens the ordinary man.

Many of us who walk to and fro upon our usual tasks are prisoners drawing mental maps of escape

Tomorrow lurks in us, the latency to be all that was not achieved before.