Life and Existence

Youth is a blunder; Manhood a struggle; Old Age a regret.

Change is inevitable in a progressive country. Change is constant.

Since then—’tis Centuries—and yet

Because I could not stop for Death—

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.

Language was not powerful enough to describe the infant phenomenon.

He’d make a lovely corpse.

Affection beaming in one eye, and calculation shining out of the other.

There’s milestones on the Dover Road!

‘God bless us every one!’ said Tiny Tim.

It is the final proof of God’s omnipotence that he need not exist in order to save us.

Je pense, donc je suis.

Look thy last on all things lovely.

Oh, no man knows

He told me … that mine was the middle state, or what might be called the upper station of low life, which he had found by long experience was the best state in the world, the most suited to human happiness.

They go by the name of genes, and we are their survival machines.

The essence of life is statistical improbability on a colossal scale.

However many ways there may be of being alive, it is certain that there are vastly more ways of being dead.

However many ways there may be of being alive, it is certain that there are vastly more ways of being dead.

With me the horrid doubt always arises whether the convictions of man’s mind which has been developed from the mind of the lower animals, are of any value or at all trustworthy.

There is grandeur in this view of life.

From the war of nature, from famine and death, the most exalted object which we are capable of conceiving, namely, the production of the higher animals, directly follows.

The highest possible stage in moral culture is when we recognize that we ought to control our thoughts.